Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 157: You Think the Senior Is Targeting Me?

Once inside the car, as Summer Lowell just settled in, Maxim Sinclair reached over and grabbed the cup of fruit tea from her hand, effortlessly tossing it into the roadside garbage bin outside her window.

Seeing him act this way, Summer immediately understood that Maxim Sinclair had witnessed her chatting with Justin Huxley earlier.

Truly a lingering specter.

Summer sneered, a mocking look in her eyes, then rested her head against the pillow behind her as she gazed blankly at the scenery outside the car window.

Maxim Sinclair glanced at Summer, who had reverted to her silent, resistant stance in front of him, grinding his teeth slightly before snorting coldly. He instructed the driver to head back to Varden Villa and subsequently called Assistant Collins to arrange for the delivery of some documents to the house.

After arriving home, Maxim Sinclair got out of the car ahead of time and walked to Summer’s side, opened the car door, and looked down at her: "Head to the study, I have something to show you that pertains to your dismissal from the company."

Summer, for the first time, raised her head and stared intently at him, but Maxim paid no attention, turning away and walking into the house without looking back.

Behind him, Summer pushed open the car door, quickly followed, and chased him all the way to the study. She pushed the door open and walked to the desk, resting her hands on it as she demanded from the seated Maxim Sinclair behind the desk: "Where is it, the thing you want to show me?"

Maxim Sinclair called calmly to instruct the housekeeper to bring up tea and snacks, and after doing so, responded leisurely to Summer: "No need to rush, I’ve had Assistant Collins send the documents here. Take a seat first."

"You’re not messing with me again, are you?" Summer looked at him coldly and turned to leave.

As she reached the door, Maxim Sinclair spoke again: "Here’s your last chance. I’m telling you, once you walk through that door, don’t expect to find out why you were fired from the company. I know you’re innocent; this matter truly had nothing to do with you."

Summer, angrily turning around, stormed over to him: "So, you finally admit that my dismissal from the company was your doing?"

"I’ve never said this matter had anything to do with me!" Maxim Sinclair replied coldly, "Use your brain."

"I’m calm and clear-headed," Summer said, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite Maxim Sinclair, "Who was happier about my dismissal than you?"

"If you put it that way, I won’t deny it." Maxim Sinclair confessed openly, smiling, his expression mocking as he looked at Summer, "After you were dismissed, I was indeed quite happy. After all, that studio I mentioned, I put in a lot of effort preparing it. If you don’t come, wouldn’t all my effort be in vain?"

At this, Summer, having heard enough, glared at him and turned to leave again, only to nearly collide with Assistant Collins entering through the door.

Assistant Collins, upon seeing who was in front of him, hurriedly stepped back and politely greeted her: "Hello, Mrs. Sinclair."

Summer was particularly displeased by this title. She moved aside and looked at Assistant Collins coldly: "Don’t use that title. I’m not Mrs. Sinclair."

Just then, Maxim Sinclair’s voice came over: "You’d better think carefully before saying that."

Summer recalled the contract she had previously signed, bit her lip, and swallowed her words.

Soon after, she saw the documents in Assistant Collins’ arms. Summer pointed at the documents he held: "Did you come to deliver these?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sinclair." Assistant Collins said, handing over the documents, "If I’m not mistaken, these documents are meant for you."

Summer looked at the documents handed to her but didn’t take them.

Maxim Sinclair’s voice came again: "Those documents are for you. Open them and take a look; inside is the truth you want. Take these documents to meet Stellart’s executives, and perhaps you’ll be reinstated."

Summer looked suspiciously at Assistant Collins.

Assistant Collins felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny, averting his gaze and nodding sincerely: "President Sinclair is right. Gathering and compiling these documents alone took nearly two weeks. I assure you, no one else’s documents are more complete than these."

Summer, half-believing, walked to the table, opened the file, and dumped out all the contents.

After seeing what was inside, Summer laughed coldly, raised her hand, and threw the pile of documents into the trash bin.

Assistant Collins looked at this scene in horror, deeply regretting that he had followed along.

Maxim Sinclair’s face turned even darker as he stared coldly at Summer: "You don’t believe what’s on those papers?"

"Of course not." Summer looked at him, hatred and mockery each occupying half her expression, "I know you dislike my senior, but he has no grudges against me. Why harm me? Moreover, what good would it do him to harm me?"

"It’s certainly beneficial for him to harm you." Maxim Sinclair gestured to Assistant Collins, "Gather all the documents inside. If she doesn’t believe them, fine, keep them in the safe. When she’s clear-headed and realizes what’s happening, it will be useful."

"I will never use these documents." Summer snatched the file folder from Assistant Collins and went to the paper shredder, shredding the contents one by one, "My senior is really unlucky to know someone like you. Maxim Sinclair, let’s keep our grudges between ourselves and not involve others."

Assistant Collins looked at Summer, who obviously misunderstood Maxim Sinclair, and opened his mouth to try to explain.

Maxim Sinclair saw his intent and raised his hand to interrupt him, walking over to Summer: "Want me to spare your senior? Simple, be nice, fulfill your duties as Mrs. Sinclair for this year, and when I’m in a good mood, I might spare the guy you care about."

Summer looked at him with bloodshot eyes: "So, you are taking this opportunity for revenge!"

"If you say so, then sure." Maxim returned with determination not to explain further, spreading his hands, intentionally smirking at Summer, "You’re so invested in him now. When he finds out about everything that has happened between us, do you think there’s still a chance for you two?"

"We only have a one-year contract. You don’t need to worry about anything else." Summer shoved the last piece of document into the shredder, then grabbed an abandoned cardboard box from the side, dumped all the paper scraps into the box, and left the study without looking back.

Assistant Collins looked at her departing figure, then at Maxim Sinclair’s expression, cautiously spoke: "President Sinclair, your wife seems to have misunderstood something. Shouldn’t you explain to her?"

"No need, she doesn’t believe. Besides, doesn’t she trust that senior of hers? Let’s wait until she suffers at Justin Huxley’s hands, then we’ll talk! I can wait."