Summer Lowell stopped in her tracks, looking at Maxim Sinclair who appeared out of nowhere. Thinking of the familiar figure who had just left their lounge, she was silent for two seconds before suddenly laughing, "All of this, was done by you, wasn't it?"
Maxim Sinclair slowly narrowed his eyes, "Summer, I advise you to figure out the facts before jumping to conclusions!"
"The facts?"
Having been hit unexpectedly and terribly shaken, Summer, who had lost most of her rationality, opened the safe in her hand with one hand, quickly walked a few steps to Maxim, picked up the brooch broken into two halves from the box, and questioned him sharply, "Dare you say this brooch wasn't sabotaged by you on purpose?"
