"Even if I have the ability to do it," Maxim Sinclair's face darkened as he looked down at Summer Lowell, "that doesn't mean I'll resort to such underhanded tactics."
Summer lightly bit her lip and muttered to herself, "I remember when I was still working by your side, you said that as long as you could achieve a satisfactory result, you'd stop at nothing."
Maxim, seething, looked at her with a wry smile: "Your memory's not bad."
Seeing that he didn't intend to refute her words, Summer finally broke: "I don't want to see you, just leave."
"Are you sure?" Maxim dismissed an incoming call from his assistant, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Take care of yourself and recover. Once you're better, I'll take you to see Ms. Venus. That way, you won't struggle to find her if you want to complain."
His nonchalant attitude made Summer feel provoked: "Maxim Sinclair, I'll definitely drag out the real culprit. You just wait."
