Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 105: Lovesick in the Night, Seeking Out Summer Lowell
Maxim Sinclair let out a mocking, cold smile, leaned over to pick up his glass, and filled it with wine again: "Tonight, we just drink, no talking about those messy things."
"Alright, let’s not leave until we’re drunk tonight."
Charles Jenson agreed on the surface, but couldn’t help secretly counting the number of empty bottles on the floor during their drinking intervals.
Meanwhile, he was racking his brain for a way to make Maxim put down his glass.
After a while, as the alcohol started to hit, Maxim stumbled and leaned on the sofa to stand up: "You keep drinking, I need to go to the bathroom."
Not trusting Maxim alone, Charles personally escorted him to the bathroom, then secretly called over a nearby waiter and whispered some instructions.
Just as he finished talking, Maxim wobbled out, grabbed Charles by the shirt, and dragged him back to the sofa: "Keep drinking!"
Saying that, Maxim casually grabbed a bottle of wine next to him and started drinking directly from it.
After downing another bottle, Maxim bewilderedly let go of the bottle, then brought it close to his nose to sniff: "Where’s the wine in here? Why does it smell like plain water?"
"How could that be? You must be smelling it wrong. I’m clearly drinking wine!" Charles lifted his glass and took a sip, then leaned over to deliberately provoke Maxim, "Could it be that your drinking has muddled your senses?"
Maxim let out a cold laugh, indicating how it was impossible for him to be drunk, then held up a wine bottle with his right hand and clinked it against Charles’: "Keep drinking. Tonight, we must finish all the wine on this table."
Charles secretly groaned in his heart, coaxing Maxim into drinking water while secretly using his phone to urge Assistant Collins, who was on his way.
Maxim was clearly so drunk he was about to lose all sense, they had to get him some sobering soup and send him back home, he couldn’t keep drinking like this.
More than forty minutes later, Charles and Assistant Collins teamed up to get the pass-out drunk Maxim back to Varden Villa. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
The butler, seeing Maxim in such a state, immediately called over the private doctor who regularly treated him.
The private doctor happened to be nearby, and arrived a few minutes after the call was hung up. He gave Maxim a quick check-up, then turned to the extremely worried butler and said, "Uncle Walsh, don’t worry. The young master is alright; he just drank too much. Remember to wake him up in a few hours and give him a bowl of that hangover soup that Old Mrs. Sinclair came up with. That way, he won’t have a headache when he wakes up tomorrow."
Having confirmed that Maxim was fine, the butler went out to see off Charles and Assistant Collins. At the front door, the butler hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t help calling out to Charles: "Mr. Jennings, what caused our young master to drink so much, was it a social event?"
"Of course not a social event, who would dare force him to drink at a dinner table?" Charles laughed, then leaned over and whispered, "Though he didn’t say much, I’d guess that Maxim was drinking over a love issue."
Hearing this, the butler instantly recalled Summer Lowell, who had been brought back to the villa by Maxim and not allowed to leave.
It could indeed be because of a love issue.
However, inquiring about this matter with Charles seemed beyond the butler’s duty.
The butler smiled: "As long as the young master is fine, I’m relieved; otherwise, I’d truly have a hard time explaining things to Old Mr. Sinclair. Nevertheless, thanks so much today, Mr. Jennings. I’ll make sure to tell him once he sobers up."
"Maybe you shouldn’t say anything," Charles joked, "if you tell him, next time something like this happens, I won’t be able to use the same trick again. Your young master is so smart, it’s really not easy to fool him even once."
After saying that, Charles left Varden Villa with Assistant Collins.
After they left, the butler quickly hurried upstairs to Maxim’s room.
At the door, he ran into a maid who looked anxious.
Seeing him, the maid quickly ran over: "Butler, the young master is awake, and he says he wants to go out to find someone!"
"Who’s he trying to find in the middle of the night?" The butler accelerated his pace into Maxim’s room.
Inside the room, Maxim had already dressed, or more accurately, had thrown a long, thin overcoat over his pajamas.
Seeing this, the butler hurried to block his way: "Young master, it’s midnight; can’t it wait until tomorrow? You need to rest now."
Saying this, he turned to the maid at the door: "Go make some hangover soup, and call Dr. Jacobs over."
Maxim’s eyes were as deep as ink, his right hand rested on the butler’s shoulder, pulling him aside: "Move away, I have urgent business to attend to!"
"Young master, you’re so drunk, it’s really not a good idea to go out. Can’t you call Assistant or Mr. Jenson? They just left, and if you call them now, it might not be too late."
"There’s no need to call them; what I need to do has nothing to do with them, and they wouldn’t be able to help."
Speaking as he walked out, the butler, unable to stop someone trained in combat since childhood, could only watch.
In a flash, Maxim was outside the door.
Seeing that it was impossible to stop him, the butler had to change his strategy, he called Maxim’s personal bodyguards, instructed them carefully, and sat in the front seat of the car himself, intending to personally follow Maxim out.
In this manner, the car, under Maxim’s instructions, arrived at the single apartment building where Summer Lowell lived.
The butler looked out at the building through the window and turned to ask the driver: "Where is this place? Has the young master been here before?"
The driver nodded: "The young master has come here more than once, but every time I stayed downstairs, I never knew who he was visiting."
As they spoke, Maxim had already pulled open the door and stepped out.
The butler, worried for his safety, also opened the door and hurriedly followed him out.
Reaching the floor where Summer lived, Maxim skillfully arrived at her door and started knocking: "Summer, Summer, open the door!"
Summer?
The butler remembered this name very well.
It was the name of the girl Maxim had brought home that time.
At this point, the butler completely understood.
He realized why Maxim had lost control tonight.
It was probably really as Charles said—a love issue.
After knocking for over ten minutes, Maxim couldn’t get the door open, and he also disturbed the neighbors on the same floor.
"In the middle of the night, what’s all the noise about!"
Seeing others disturbed, the butler quickly stepped forward to explain, slipping a wad of cash into their hands.
Seeing the money, the disturbed neighbor’s anger lessened a bit. They glanced at Maxim, who was still persistently knocking on the door not far away, and whispered to the butler: "Don’t waste your effort; the people in that apartment moved out a few days ago!"
