Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 102: Maxim Sinclair Is Forced to Go Home to Meet Tina Huxley
"In our social class, most choose to marry for alliance."
Mrs. Huxley spoke and then turned her face to the window, gazing at the scenery outside, falling into silence.
At this moment, the car had arrived in front of the villa where Mrs. Sinclair lived.
Two maids stood at the door, appearing to have been waiting for quite some time.
Seeing the Huxley mother and daughter arrive, one of the maids turned and went into the yard, calling over Mrs. Sinclair, who was talking to the butler inside.
Mrs. Sinclair warmly embraced Mrs. Huxley, sighing with emotion about how long it had been since they last met.
Playing the role of an obedient junior, Tina Huxley stood quietly to the side with a carefully prepared gift.
After a while, seeing the atmosphere was just right, Mrs. Huxley reached out and pulled Tina over, having her hand the wooden box to Mrs. Sinclair.
Mrs. Sinclair was pleasantly surprised to see the gift, and even more so when she saw what was inside.
"Oh my, this gift is too expensive. I can’t accept it," Mrs. Sinclair said, closing the box and pretending to push it back into Tina’s hands.
Mrs. Huxley timely reached out to stop her, saying, "This is a gesture of Tina’s sincerity, so please accept it."
So, Mrs. Sinclair went with the flow and accepted the bracelet.
Similarly, she also guessed the real intention the Huxley mother and daughter had in mind. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Mrs. Sinclair led them to the living room, offered them tea and fruits, and chatted with them for a while before excusing herself under the guise of needing to handle some minor matter, leaving the living room for her room.
Afterward, she took out her phone and dialed Maxim Sinclair’s number.
At this moment, Maxim Sinclair was in the office listening to a work report from his subordinates.
Hearing his phone ring, he glanced at it impatiently and, seeing who was calling, reluctantly picked up the phone.
The marketing manager who had been speaking clammed up, studying the documents in his hands with great interest.
Behind his desk, Maxim Sinclair spoke in an official tone, "Mother, is there something you need from me?"
Long accustomed to his attitude, Mrs. Sinclair nonchalantly replied, "Are you busy with work today?"
Maxim glanced at the only file left on his desk, skillfully lying, "Busy, extremely busy. The files on my desk are piled as high as my room, and there’s a line of people outside my office waiting to report their work."
"It sounds like you’re really busy," Mrs. Sinclair commented seriously, "and it seems like the work is almost driving you crazy. How about this, just drop everything and drive over for lunch with me? We haven’t seen each other for several months. When I returned to the country, you didn’t even come to pay respects!"
If possible, Maxim Sinclair, who wished to see her only once a year, was about to refuse, but Mrs. Sinclair had anticipated his response and hurriedly added, "I visited your grandfather last month, and he has something for you. I brought it with me. Join me for lunch and then take what your grandfather has for you."
Maxim’s right hand pinched the pen tightly, and the marketing manager spotted that the cap was deformed.
He regretted choosing this moment to report his work.
In hindsight, when President Sinclair picked up the phone, he should’ve found an excuse to slip away.
The rumors about President Sinclair being on bad terms with his parents were true after all!
Maxim tossed the phone back onto the desk, casting a cold gaze at the marketing manager, who was lost in thought, "Why aren’t you continuing?"
The startled marketing manager snapped back to reality, resuming his report from where it had left off before the call.
Aware of the increasing tension after the call, the marketing manager felt a tight knot inside, rushing through the rest of the report and then quickly slipping out of the CEO’s office.
Assistant Collins, timing it perfectly, approached the desk, "President Sinclair, what would you like for lunch today? I’ll go arrange it for you."
"No need to bother. My mom just called and wants me to join her for lunch at Crestview."
Maxim tossed the file in his hand onto the desk, visibly annoyed.
From years of experience, he knew that such a warm invitation wasn’t simply for lunch. It’s likely that she needed something from him or planned to use him for some purpose.
Familiar with his situation, Assistant Collins bravely suggested, "Should I arrange a business engagement for you?"
"No need, I don’t feel like socializing," Maxim replied, standing to adjust his jacket, "Regardless, I need to get what grandfather left for me."
Crestview Villa.
Mrs. Sinclair was called away by the butler once more, allowing Mrs. Huxley the opportunity to sit beside Tina, "What are you so distracted about? You didn’t even hear when your Aunt Sinclair spoke to you just now."
Tina discreetly glanced around before leaning toward Mrs. Huxley’s ear, "Maxim Sinclair might also come at noon today."
"Didn’t you say this morning that he wasn’t coming? Besides, your Aunt Sinclair didn’t give any hint that he would be here," Mrs. Huxley responded skeptically.
"It’s true. Earlier, I saw a maid pass by with wine in her arms, wine that Aunt Sinclair never drinks."
"Well, perhaps. You and Maxim Sinclair are quite similar in some ways. Maybe it’s prepared for you instead."
As they were conversing, the sound of an engine came from outside.
Mrs. Huxley, hearing the noise, glanced outside with curiosity but didn’t think much of it.
On the other hand, Tina was almost jumping with excitement, "I see the car at the entrance; it’s Maxim’s car. Aunt Sinclair really did call him!"
"Compose yourself!" Mrs. Huxley stealthily pinched her, "Continue sitting and drinking tea. Don’t take the initiative to go out until he comes in."
Holding her cup nervously, Tina waited in the living room as if on pins and needles.
Fortunately, Mrs. Sinclair didn’t let her wait long. Tina had just taken a sip of her tea when Mrs. Sinclair came over personally to invite her to the dining room.
At the dining table, laden with a lavish spread, four sets of dishes and utensils were set.
Tina, maintaining her composure, sat next to her mother, occasionally glancing at the empty but set place opposite her.
Unaware of this little move, Mrs. Sinclair turned to instruct the maid, "Go call the young master from the back garden."
After speaking, Mrs. Sinclair smiled at the Huxley mother and daughter, "Coincidentally, Maxim is here for lunch too. It’s rare to see him, so I asked him to stay and join us."
Mrs. Huxley smiled politely, without saying much.
