Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 179: Maxim Sinclair Unleashes Carnage

Assistant Collins looked at Maxim Sinclair, who exuded an aura of madness, and sighed softly with mixed feelings.

Reaching this point really felt like a curse of fate.

Maxim Sinclair saw him agree verbally but not move, and his face showed displeasure: "Why aren’t you going yet?"

"I’m going, I’m going." Assistant Collins agreed quickly, turned around, and was about to leave the room when he collided head-on with someone coming in.

Assistant Collins was knocked back two steps, reached for the door to steady himself, and while rubbing his sore shoulder, he lightly complained: "Why so rushed! Can’t you watch where you’re going!"

Not far away, Maxim Sinclair saw this and quickly got up to come over: "Did you find anything?"

The young man with a dark complexion, who had lost a rock-paper-scissors game and was sent to deliver the message, dared not meet Maxim Sinclair’s gaze, lowering his eyes slightly: "The searchers found something on some rocks nearby... something unrecognizable... Mr. Simon is also heading there and specifically asked me to inform you."

"Lin... Summer!"

Maxim Sinclair wobbled unsteadily, and Assistant Collins felt something was wrong, hurriedly rushing forward to support him, offering pale comfort: "President Sinclair, this area is a tourist spot, and within a hundred kilometers, there are many hidden reefs, and accidents often happen. It may not be Mrs. Sinclair; Let’s go over and confirm the situation first."

Maxim Sinclair, face iron blue, hurried to the coast. There, a crowd had gathered, including forensics and police, and Assistant Collins felt his heart sink even further.

This scene bodes ill for Mrs. Sinclair.

He looked up anxiously at Maxim Sinclair. If something really happened to Summer...

Probably everyone else would suffer as well.

Maxim Sinclair strode towards the covered stretcher, but Mr. Simon, who had arrived, stopped him with a pained expression.

"President Sinclair, it’s better if you don’t look."

"I don’t believe it, let me see. I don’t believe it’s Summer. Have the investigators search again."

Mr. Simon called over two large bodyguards to restrain the nearly frantic Maxim Sinclair and then turned to speak with the comparatively calm Assistant Collins: "The local forensics need hair or something else from Mrs. Sinclair for a DNA test to further compare the results. We will continue to search the area until results are out. We have also contacted and verified with the cruise ships that passed through these waters that day; the results will be consolidated and handed over to you."

Assistant Collins glanced at Maxim Sinclair, who was glaring wide-eyed at the stretcher, and nodded with a long sigh, sincerely thanking Simon, "Thank you, but President Sinclair’s emotions are unstable right now, please forgive him."

Simon, understanding, shook his head: "I understand your President Sinclair’s feelings. Our boss is also rearranging his schedule and should come here within two days to personally apologize to President Sinclair. Over the next six months, the island will be closed for a major overhaul to ensure such an incident won’t happen again."

"Thank you."

...

After a hectic ordeal, Assistant Collins came into Maxim Sinclair’s resting room with medicine prescribed by the doctor and tried to persuade the dazed person sitting on the bed: "President Sinclair, you haven’t eaten much all day; your body can’t take this if it continues. The doctor prescribed some medicine, saying..." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Maxim Sinclair took the medicine and swallowed it in one go: "How’s the investigation I asked you to do?"

"It’s finished." Assistant Collins carefully observed his expression and handed a phone to him, "Please look at this video first, our people retrieved it after cracking Miss Sinclair’s computer."

Maxim Sinclair took the phone and watched the video five times before looking up at Assistant Collins: "Besides this video, is there any more solid evidence?"

"Yes." Assistant Collins ran out and returned within two or three minutes, holding a file folder. He handed the file to Maxim Sinclair, "Take a look at this; it’s all of Miss Sinclair’s suspicious bank transactions over the past year or two."

Maxim Sinclair opened the folder and flipped through it, stopping at one of the pages.

Assistant Collins looked down at the content on the page and sighed silently, saying: "The old man is always hoping for the family’s prosperity and might have thought, since they all carry the Sinclair bloodline, so..."

"We mustn’t tell Grandpa about this, he mustn’t know. His kindness has raised a traitor." Maxim Sinclair put down the paper, his eyes glittering with a murderous gleam, "Have the legal team that’s been idle for the past six months prepare; I’ll meet with them in an hour."

Maxim Sinclair took off his coat and walked towards the bathroom.

Assistant Collins could feel the imminent outbreak of rage surrounding him and followed closely: "Okay, President Sinclair, do you have any other instructions? I’ll take care of them together."

Maxim Sinclair’s face showed an expression of extreme pain: "Ask Simon if the DNA comparison report is out. If the person found on the rocks is really... After asking, arrange for someone to bring Melanie Sinclair from Stellarion; I can’t handle her in front of Grandpa."

"But if she relies on the old man’s softness... what do we do?"

"Do everything possible to take her away from Stellarion; no need to explain directly to Grandpa, mentioning a couple of points will make him understand."

Seeing he was serious, Assistant Collins agreed hastily and turned to rush off and handle things.

Meanwhile, in Stellarion,

Melanie Sinclair looked coldly at the two bodyguards blocking her way.

These bodyguards were specially arranged by Assistant Collins and were tough characters who wouldn’t be swayed by anything.

Melanie Sinclair pondered for a moment and then pointed to a room lit in the distance: "I informed Grandpa in advance that I’d deliver new tea to him tonight. Can’t we discuss whatever it is after I deliver the tea? I won’t run."

The bodyguard, particularly uncompromising, shook his head: "Our orders are to escort you out of Stellarion before midnight. Even a moment’s delay, we can’t bear the consequences."

Melanie Sinclair muttered under her breath, cursing softly, then suddenly spotted the family’s butler passing through the distant corridor. She waved quickly, hoping to call him over to get her out of this situation.

A bodyguard standing diagonally to her noticed her intention sharply and decisively covered her mouth, whispering a threat in her ear: "Miss Sinclair, you must think carefully; your mother is still abroad, and remember who is running the Sinclair Family now. If you alarm the old man and it affects his health, President Sinclair will not spare you."

Melanie Sinclair’s face turned ashen: "He can’t treat me like this; after all, I am a Sinclair bloodline."

"No one is denying that, as long as you cooperate and behave, you can continue to enjoy the benefits of being a Sinclair. But if you act recklessly and do what you shouldn’t, even the old man can’t save you."