Maxim Sinclair glanced back at Assistant Collins, who tactfully pulled a bottle of water from his pocket and handed it to Maxim. "You've had too much to drink during today's socializing. If you drink more, you'll exceed the limit set by your personal doctor."
"Sorry, my stomach's been acting up recently, can't drink too much," Maxim unscrewed the bottle and took a sip, "You were right earlier, Summer Lowell and I did have quite a good relationship in the past. Since today's event is especially for her, it wouldn't be right if I didn't have a word with her. Go find Summer for me."
Tina Huxley could hardly maintain her composure.
How could she stand up to Maxim Sinclair!
Those provocative words she had just said relied entirely on the dim bar lighting; she and Maxim couldn't really see each other's expressions.
On a regular day, one look from Maxim would be enough to make her guilty; she couldn't handle it.
