Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 134: Just Wanted to Show Off

Summer Lowell glanced at the array of onlookers around her, quietly trying to step back a couple of paces to avoid their scrutiny.

Maxim Sinclair noticed her movement, pulled her into his arms, and with a feigned disgruntlement, smiled at the crowd around them: "Everyone, ease up with those stares, huh? If you scare Mrs. Sinclair, don’t blame me for being impolite!"

The crowd burst into laughter, stepping forward to greet Summer Lowell properly.

Charles Jenson, who also came to play ball, caught Maxim Sinclair’s hint and began to warm up the scene: "Everyone here is just curious, after all, we’ve known you for so many years and never seen you with a girlfriend. Suddenly seeing Mrs. Sinclair is quite a surprise."

"There’s nothing surprising about it."

Maxim Sinclair, holding Summer Lowell by the waist, led her to a nearby lounge area and considerately handed her a cup: "Warm water, will you drink it? Or is there something else you’d like?"

Not far off, Justin Huxley sat on a bar stool, his gaze occasionally sweeping over.

Feeling uneasy, Summer Lowell somewhat awkwardly accepted the cup: "This will do, thank you."

Seeing her so distant and polite, Maxim Sinclair felt displeasure rise within but showed no sign of it on his face.

Having worked with him for years, Charles Jenson quickly sensed something unusual, and jovially reconciled the situation: "Look, we’ve really frightened the sister-in-law. Is President Sinclair going to have to kneel on a washboard when he gets back?"

The surrounding crowd burst into good-natured laughter, and amid it all, Maxim Sinclair smugly raised an eyebrow: "No way, your sister-in-law is too soft-hearted, she wouldn’t bear to see me suffer."

Upon hearing this, everyone jeered teasingly. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Justin Huxley, watching the intimate posture of the two on the sofa, stood up irritably and headed outside.

Reminded early on to keep an eye on him, Charles Jenson quietly slipped out of the crowd to follow Justin Huxley.

In the small pavilion behind the house, Justin Huxley pulled a cigarette from his pocket, just as he lit it, he sensed someone approaching from behind.

Charles Jenson shamelessly sat down beside him: "If I recall correctly, Miss Tina said you didn’t smoke, right?"

Justin Huxley gave him a cold look: "Is smoking a crime here?"

The air was instantly thick with tension, and Charles Jenson’s eyes showed disdain.

"Not at all, it’s just that with several ladies present today, they might not be too thrilled to catch a whiff of smoke."

"How gentlemanly of you."

Justin Huxley looked at him and provocatively exhaled a large puff of smoke.

Charles Jenson didn’t get angry; instead, he cheerfully chatted: "I heard from our President Sinclair that you and Summer Lowell used to be schoolmates?"

"What President Sinclair said is an oversimplification." Justin Huxley flicked the ash from his cigarette, "More than just schoolmates, saying we’re close friends would be more accurate."

"I never expected that you and Summer Lowell have such a good relationship!" Charles Jenson seemed genuinely interested, "No wonder people always say it’s a small world, everyone you know comes back around. Good thing you and Summer are just friends; otherwise, our President Sinclair might still be single."

At this point, if Justin Huxley couldn’t see that Charles Jenson was deliberately trying to provoke him, he would be a fool.

"What are you here for? To let the air out?" Justin Huxley brazenly scrutinized him up and down, "Maxim Sinclair sure trusts you enough to give you such authority, it’s rare, considering it’s never happened before. He usually only cares about people who are valuable."

"It wasn’t always like that, I was really anxious at first, but after we had an honest talk, I was determined to work hard for him."

Charles Jenson gestured to a passing staff member, asked for a bottle of beer, and started drinking leisurely.

After finishing his cigarette, Justin Huxley couldn’t stand Charles Jenson’s chatter anymore, stood up with a dark face, and left without a word.

Charles Jenson smirked sarcastically, took another slow sip of beer: "With your psychological endurance, you dare to compete with Maxim for someone? It’s really ironic."

Inside, Summer Lowell was standing with Maxim Sinclair, chatting in a way that looked quite intimate from the back.

"How much longer do I have to stay with you today?" Summer Lowell was trying to suppress her impatience, "I’m not into these social events, and quite a few of your friends came alone. Can I leave early?"

Maxim Sinclair wore a gentle smile, enfolded Summer Lowell from behind, and tenderly guided her hand with the club, whispering softly by her ear, causing her both anger and embarrassment: "Don’t you understand? I brought you here today for your favorite senior to see! It’s better to talk about it here with me than to hope Justin Huxley leaves soon. Once he’s gone, we can also leave."

[Crazy!]

[You’re doing it on purpose...]

Summer Lowell wanted to call him crazy, but her reason reminded her not to provoke him and patiently explained once more: "How many times do I have to tell you, there’s nothing between me and him."

"It’s not about fearing a thief stealing; it’s about that thief yearning," Maxim Sinclair gently smoothed the stray hair on her temples, speaking softly, "The key is, Justin Huxley is interested in you, and the most interesting thing is, do you know why he’s interested in you?"

Summer Lowell didn’t want to discuss this: "Am I holding the club right? Can I swing now?"

"Don’t rush," Maxim Sinclair’s hands slid down, covering hers, "No trembling, don’t panic, and let me tell you a little secret: Justin Huxley’s interest in you is entirely because of me. Also, your senior who appears indifferent to the world is actually quite greedy deep down, his appetite is beyond what you could fathom."

Summer Lowell pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, unsure if she should believe a word Maxim Sinclair said earlier.

After a year apart, Maxim Sinclair’s tactics had grown even more ruthless than before.

But then again, for someone his age to manage the entire Sinclair Family, he couldn’t afford to be mild if he wanted to keep those "notorious" family members in line.

After playing ball till noon, Summer Lowell, exhausted both mentally and physically, resolutely declined the invitation to accompany Maxim Sinclair for an outdoor game.

Instead, she went alone to sit beneath the cool outdoor hallway, enjoying the breeze and some fruit.

"Sure enough, lounging like this is the most pleasant," Summer Lowell looked at the group moving farther away and shook her head in disbelief, "Why do rich people enjoy this sort of thing?"

"Since it’s your first time golfing, you might come to like it over time, or maybe not. However, this course doesn’t see many young players." Justin Huxley remarked, taking a seat on another lounge chair.

Seeing him approach, Summer Lowell instinctively turned to look for Maxim Sinclair. Once reassured Maxim wasn’t nearby, she relaxed.

"Senior, do you usually enjoy this? Somehow it doesn’t quite match your style."