Summer Beckett froze, staring blankly at Chloe Sinclair.
"I..."
Summer Beckett, usually so thick-skinned, suddenly blushed beet red and stammered, unable to get a word out.
So, he could only change the subject. "You're improving so fast now, I'm starting to suspect you've been reincarnated."
He paused, his eyes filled with admiration. "If I didn't sit in front of you and see for myself how hard you work, I might really think you were."
Chloe Sinclair didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She hadn't realized Summer Beckett was capable of such a strange form of flattery.
But her expression remained unchanged as she shook her head with a smile. "It's a shame you're not writing novels."
With an imagination like that, you'd definitely top the bestseller lists someday.
However, Summer Beckett froze for a moment, lost in thought.
Chloe Sinclair had no idea that her offhand joke would actually inspire Summer Beckett to go and write a novel.
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