Tina Huxley's nose was almost out of joint with anger, she snorted a few times, and said indignantly, "Apart from those who are eager to marry Maxim Sinclair, who else could it be."
"There are plenty of excellent men in Stellarion, you don't have to fixate on just Maxim Sinclair, look around, there are certainly others who are good." Justin Huxley pulled over a bamboo chair nearby and sincerely advised Tina Huxley, nobody knew how much bitterness was underlying his suggestion, "Anyway, I don't see what's so good about him."
"Vaughn, you're saying that because you're not convinced, right? Your little junior was almost within your grasp, yet she was snatched by Maxim Sinclair. Are you upset?" Tina Huxley gloatingly looked at him, "Don't be unconvinced, there really aren't many men in Stellarion better than Maxim Sinclair."
