Maxim Sinclair lowered his head and chuckled without saying a word. After a while, he glanced at the small yacht cutting through the waves in the distance and turned to ask Summer Lowell, "Do you see that yacht they're playing with on the sea? Doesn't it look fun? I'll take you to play with it tomorrow, okay?"
Summer glanced in the direction he was looking, then continued eating, her expression revealing nothing about whether she agreed or disagreed.
Maxim was used to her indifferent attitude and continued talking to himself: "In a couple of days, two designers from Freland will come here for a vacation. I've already contacted them. I'll take you to their gathering."
Hearing this, Summer was a bit tempted. Designers who could come to this island for a vacation certainly weren't ordinary. This was a big allure.
