Summer Lowell suddenly realized: "Oh, Justin Huxley couldn't reach me, so he went to you for news?"
"That's right," Vivian Sullivan nodded, "I wasn't sure about your situation either, so I just brushed him off. I was afraid of making a mistake because I didn't know the specifics and causing you trouble, so I had to come here and ask what your plan is, just to be safe."
"I don't have any plan," Summer raised her hand to point at the bodyguards occasionally passing by, "Besides, even if I had a plan, it wouldn't matter now with Maxim Sinclair watching me so closely."
"From what you're saying, you still want to leave?" Vivian leaned in, lowering her voice, "Do you want me to help? How about we swap clothes, you dress like me and leave, and I'll stay here to cover for you. Maxim Sinclair wouldn't dare do anything to me anyway."
