When the last syllable fell, Summer Lowell stood in front of Maxim Sinclair.
Maxim Sinclair focused his gaze on her, completely ignoring the nearby Justin Huxley. His bold actions drew curious glances from the surroundings.
Suppressing the dark thoughts threatening to surface, Justin Huxley brazenly pulled Summer into his arms.
Maxim Sinclair was displeased by his actions. He followed Justin's arm with his eyes, looking into Justin's eyes: "Long time no see. I didn't expect you to have such a big move behind my back."
Justin Huxley's smile was half triumphant and half smug. His right hand lightly caressed the exposed shoulder of Summer Lowell: "You know, rounding it off, we are like childhood sweethearts. She was my junior when I studied abroad. After all the twists and turns, we ended up together. Isn't fate destined?"
"You've only just begun," Maxim Sinclair sneered, "Talking about fate being destined now is a bit premature."
