"I can win without you." Summer Lowell got riled up and deliberately provoked him, "I was planning to marry Justin Huxley anyway. Once I'm really in the Huxley Family, I'll always find a chance to gather evidence."
"Then your plan has failed," Maxim Sinclair's handsome and composed face revealed a hint of coldness, "I will help you sue Tina Huxley, and what is owed to you in terms of clearing your name will not be lacking, but as for the rest..."
"I shouldn't even think about the rest, right?"
Summer had even learned to jump in with her answers.
Maxim couldn't help but find her amusing, though he intentionally kept a stern face: "In short, as long as you're aware of what's happening, that's good."
The Huxley Residence.
Tina Huxley, who was up having fun with her friends till the early morning, was still lazing in bed. The anxious Mrs. Huxley, nearly boiling over, used a key to open her door, sat by her bed, and roughly pulled her up.
