"If it's something about Summer, even if it's inconvenient for me, I have to make it convenient." Vivian Sullivan took the phone directly and dialed Summer Lowell's number. As soon as the call connected, she asked seriously, "Your senior came to see me today, and he told me some things. Summer, where are you now?"
Next to the artificial lake in Varden Villa District, Summer was sitting on a bamboo chair, enjoying the breeze and the view. Hearing Vivian's questioning tone over the phone, she sighed softly, "I'm by the lake, just enjoying the scenery at the Varden Villa—the same one you once said we'd never be able to afford even if we worked all our lives. I'm doing great, so don't worry about me."
"Varden Villa? You've moved to Maxim Sinclair's place?" Vivian's expression turned even worse upon hearing this. "Besides that contract, did Maxim force you to do something else?"
Contract?
