"How I am doing is none of President Sinclair's concern."
Summer Lowell struggled to turn her head away, pointing once more towards the door, "Please leave, President Sinclair. A forced melon won't be sweet. If you keep coming to find me again and again, it's easy for me to misunderstand that you still have feelings for me."
"You're overthinking," Maxim Sinclair flatly denied any lingering feelings for her, "I'm just kindly reminding you, after all, you were once my woman. If this gets out, it might affect my reputation."
"I appreciate your kindness, but please leave."
Summer looked away, not even glancing at him.
Unwavering, Maxim Sinclair released his grip on her chin, "Summer, I mentioned before, I already found out who the mastermind behind Sheryl's leaked documents is. Do you want to know?"
The mastermind?
How could Summer not want to know!
