Ethan Sinclair didn’t drive away until he saw the two of them walk through the school gates.
Nina Sinclair had held her tongue the entire ride. Seeing Ethan Sinclair finally leave, she couldn’t help but ask, "Chloe, why are you so different from before?"
"How am I different? Is there something wrong with me now?"
After speaking, Chloe Sinclair stared at her without blinking, her black pupils like an abyss that no one dared to look into directly.
Nina Sinclair didn’t say anything. As if giving up, Chloe Sinclair walked straight ahead.
Her class was Senior Class 1. The moment she entered, she heard a group of boys gasp.
"Holy crap, who’s this hottie? Why haven’t I ever seen her before?"
"She looks kind of familiar, a bit like..."
"Chloe Sinclair!"
Chloe Sinclair wore a cold expression, seemingly deaf to the surrounding chatter, and walked straight to a single seat in the last row.
She had just sat down when a boy in the row ahead of her called out her name. In an instant, everyone turned to look.
"Are you really Chloe Sinclair?"
The boy in front of her turned around, his gaze meeting Chloe Sinclair’s large, beautiful eyes.
"Holy crap, you really are Chloe Sinclair! I can’t believe Chloe Sinclair is this pretty!"
Chloe Sinclair found the boy before her somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him at the moment.
Seeing that Chloe Sinclair didn’t seem to recognize him, Summer Beckett’s temper flared. "Fuck, don’t tell me you don’t remember me!"
’To think someone didn’t know his name—Summer Beckett’s name! It was simply infuriating!’
Summer Beckett was good-looking, and plenty of girls chased after him, so he was particularly confident about his appearance.
But Chloe Sinclair’s bewildered expression didn’t look like she was lying. His handsome face darkened, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
As Chloe Sinclair looked at Summer Beckett, various pieces of information flashed through her mind. Suddenly, the boy’s face overlapped with a face in her memory.
She finally remembered this boy was named Summer Beckett.
"I remember you. You’re Summer Beckett," Chloe Sinclair said gently.
Hearing this, Summer Beckett calmed down a bit, but his eyes were full of scrutiny. "Tsk, you’ve only been out of school for a few days, how could you change so much? My dad said you hit your head and went stupid. I didn’t think it was true."
Chloe Sinclair’s mouth twitched. ’Summer Beckett really has a sharp tongue,’ she thought.
But his words reminded her of something.
Summer Beckett’s father was the chairman of the Beckett Group and was on good terms with her own dad. In her past life, when she was being bullied, Summer had been the first one to stand up and speak for her.
But one day, Summer Beckett suddenly stopped coming to school. No one paid it much mind; after all, the young master wasn’t exactly studious. He often left his exam papers blank and frequently skipped class. In the end, he didn’t even show up for the college entrance exams.
After the exams were over, many police officers came to investigate, but they never said what it was about.
Only later did she find out that Summer Beckett had been asked to meet someone one night and then disappeared. After a month-long search, the police finally found his body in a junkyard.
And the case went cold.
Summer Beckett was the Beckett Family’s only son. After his son’s death, President Beckett lost the will to continue. He sold the company and returned to his hometown to care for his wife, who had lost her mind.
Looking at Summer Beckett’s current punchable face, Chloe Sinclair found it impossible to imagine that he would soon die a violent death.


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