Summer Lowell's eyes swept over the row of people from headquarters waiting in Noah's office, before finally looking at Noah: "President Norris, I heard you were looking for me?"
Sitting at the forefront, Noah, who was visibly impatient, responded with a "Hmm," and gestured to the end of the sofa: "Yes, they have something to ask you, please have a seat first."
Summer sat calmly on the sofa, her spine perfectly straight.
After all, she felt she had a clear conscience.
"Whatever questions you have, feel free to ask."
"It's reassuring that Director Lowell is willing to cooperate." A blond, blue-eyed man in a deep blue suit stood up and pushed the documents in front of him towards Summer, "Could you please explain these photos, Director Lowell?"
Summer glanced down at the table full of newly printed photos, and in them were none other than her and Maxim Sinclair.
