Summer Lowell continued to look up at the night sky, not saying a word.
Maxim Sinclair looked down at her for a long moment, then ground his teeth helplessly before he sat down beside her, looking up at the sky as well. "What are you staring at so intently?"
Summer still ignored him and kept her gaze fixed.
Maxim chuckled in exasperation, reaching out to pull her forcefully into his embrace. He started talking to himself. "The studio I told you about—all the staff were personally interviewed by me. They all graduated from top universities abroad. Some have worked in luxury brands in Freland and Vespera, and some have even been assistants to world-class designers."
Summer maintained an awkward position, forcibly resting on his shoulder, staring blankly into the distance.
