"If you're jealous, just admit it openly. I won't laugh at you," Maxim Sinclair said with a smug smile, utterly brazen.
Inside, Summer Lowell felt a nameless fire flare up. This man was being ambiguous with Tina Huxley on one hand, and still coming to provoke her—a complete scoundrel.
"Maxim Sinclair, you just said there were two things you wanted to talk to me about. Sheryl's matter is one. What's the other?"
"The other thing," Maxim's smile faded slightly, "is something that matters to you even more than Sheryl's issue."
Summer quickly filtered through all the events that had happened since coming to Stellarion, but she couldn't guess what could matter more to her than Sheryl's situation, according to Maxim.
Maxim stared intently at Summer, speaking each word clearly: "After you escaped from me, I put in great effort to investigate you. Can you guess what I found out?"
Summer vaguely sensed that what Maxim was about to say would be extraordinary. "So what did you find out?"
