"Snap!"
Maxim Sinclair flicked the switch, casually looking at Summer Lowell: "I thought... you should be used to my arrival by now."
"I didn't expect that President Sinclair also has a hobby of breaking and entering. If this gets out, I wonder if it will affect Sinclair Group's stock price."
Knowing that threatening him with illegality was useless, Summer Lowell's lips twitched sarcastically as she couldn't resist the urge to mock.
Maxim Sinclair instead chuckled: "Tsk, look at your sharp tongue. When you were my secretary, it must have been exhausting putting on that act, right?"
"Not too bad, not overly tiring." Summer replied, resigned, then got up and walked to pour herself a glass of water, "So, tell me, President Sinclair, surely your grand visit isn't just to critique my acting skills?"
Maxim Sinclair rose from the sofa, leisurely strolling over, step by step cornering Summer Lowell.
