Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 107: A Man Frustrated in Love, So Entangled
"President Sinclair." Summer Lowell stepped aside, glaring coldly at Maxim Sinclair. "Honestly, you’re not important enough for me to move away to avoid you. You don’t have to see yourself as that significant."
"Oh, really? Then why did you move?"
"Does my moving have anything to do with you?"
"Of course it does, Summer. You’re forcing my hand."
Not far away, inside a car parked by the roadside, the supposedly shopping but actually worried housekeeper of Maxim Sinclair watched through the window as the two tugged and pulled at each other. He asked the driver, "Was the place we went to yesterday Miss Lowell’s previous residence?"
The driver nodded, "Yes, the young master has visited that place many times before, but it always seemed unpleasant, like a quarrelling couple."
The housekeeper watched from afar as Maxim once again grabbed Summer’s arm and thought to himself, "Young master looks rather unreasonable, no wonder he drinks—seems to be unlucky in love."
At this moment, Summer angrily shook the hand tightly gripping her arm several times and saw he still wouldn’t let go, so she simply bit down.
Thankfully, Maxim’s reflexes were quick; he withdrew his hand in time, saying, "You’ve gained some skills, biting people now!"
Having bitten air, Summer stepped back while he was distracted, glaring at him fully on guard.
Maxim felt a pang in his heart under her piercing gaze.
The two stood in a standoff for quite a while.
Summer felt strangely uncomfortable under his gaze, so she turned her face away to avoid eye contact with Maxim.
After a moment, Summer spoke awkwardly, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head up now. I hope President Sinclair won’t come to bother me anymore."
With that, Summer turned and left.
Right across the residential building on the second-floor window, Tina Huxley grabbed a pair of binoculars from a rushing waiter and put them to her eyes, focusing on Maxim downstairs.
Through the small lens, Maxim’s head was slightly bowed, lips pressed into a straight line, making it hard to discern his full facial expression.
Tina bit her lip, and when she saw Maxim glance up at the building a second time, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She pulled her eyes away from the binoculars, watching outside, visibly shaken.
The waiter beside her sensed her unease and quickly looked down, not daring to stir trouble.
Back from the bathroom, Nina White saw her holding binoculars by the window and wondered, walking over, "The view here is just okay; what’re you looking at through binoculars?"
Tina, with a dark expression, tossed the binoculars back into the waiter’s hands, turned around, and sat down, raising the drink the waiter just brought to her lips, downing it in one go.
"Wow, you downed the drink already?" Nina placed her handbag aside, waving her right hand in front of Tina. "What’s the matter? I just went to the bathroom, and you’re all worked up? What happened downstairs?"
Tina steadied her breath for a while before speaking, "I just saw Maxim Sinclair pulling on a woman, and the worst part is, he was the one initiating it."
"Really?" Written all over her face with disbelief, Nina stopped the waiter holding the binoculars who was about to leave, walked to the window, and put them to her eyes, searching for Maxim’s figure.
Vehicles moved back and forth on the road below, but Maxim was nowhere to be seen.
Nina returned the binoculars to the waiter and sat back down, trying to comfort Tina, "I didn’t see anything, maybe you mistook it? The green landscape along the road is pretty good, maybe your sight was blocked by leaves."
"I saw clearly; it was Maxim Sinclair and Summer Lowell, even saw their faces." Tina irritatedly poked at the dessert with her fork.
Nina, overly fond of desserts, couldn’t stand it and grabbed the fork from her hand, "Then what are you going to do? You can’t just go down there and stop them; that’d be improper."
"I’m just annoyed," Tina said, full of resentment. "What’s so good about that Summer Lowell? Besides her pretty face, she has no family or background to speak of, I’m way better than her!"
But no matter how great you are, you can’t demand Maxim Sinclair like you! Nina thought to herself, daring not to say it.
If she dared to utter those words, their relationship would end.
"I can’t just sit idle," Tina picked up her handbag and phone, gesturing for a distant waiter, "come over to settle the bill."
Having barely sat down with no time to taste desserts, Nina was dumbfounded. "We just sat down, where are you off to now? You’re not really going across to find Summer Lowell, are you?"
"Of course, I won’t do such a foolish thing. If I go now to cause trouble, with Maxim’s capability, he’d probably know by tonight; then, there’s truly no chance between us."
Relieved by her choice not to act impulsively, Nina started packing to leave with Tina, "Where exactly are you headed? In such a hurry."
"Going to arrange people to investigate Summer, see how things are at the company for him now," Tina said hastily.
Knowing little about Summer and only aware of her being a threat, Nina was puzzled, "Why investigate his situation at the company?"
Tina didn’t want to explain much to her, "Just check it out, see if there’s anything special. Are you coming with me, or continue with your plans?"
Nina thought for a moment, then said, "I’ll pass. I have to go with my mom to do her hair this afternoon; let’s touch base later?"
"Alright, we’ll touch base later," Tina and Nina each got into their respective cars and drove off in opposite directions.
Tina drove back home, and upon entering, seeing Mrs. Huxley, started asking, "Is Justin home?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
"He’s not home; he left just after you," Mrs. Huxley said, holding a plate of fruit as she led her to the living room, "You came just in time; your aunt is here, go in and say hi."
In the hallway entrance, Tina’s aunt was fussing over a pot of flowers. Seeing Tina come in, she quickly put down the scissors and stepped forward to embrace her, "Tina, we haven’t seen each other for a while. No calls or greetings, and I’ve pampered you for nothing."
Tina awkwardly greeted, then excused herself claiming urgency and quickly left the living room.
Mrs. Huxley, thinking her impolite, put down the fruit, chasing her up to her room, "Why do you get ruder as you grow? Your aunt’s back, shouldn’t you spend some time talking with her downstairs?"
