Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 187 - 87: Someone Delivered an Engagement Invitation

Chapter 187: Chapter 87: Someone Delivered an Engagement Invitation

Summer Lowell stared at her without blinking: "Can you tell me everything you know? Please?"

Vivian Sullivan hesitated a bit; considering the emotional entanglements between Summer and Maxim Sinclair...

This point Charles Jenson made was indeed true. In this matter, she was really an outsider, and she couldn’t necessarily pinpoint the right and wrong.

"Is Justin Huxley hiding something from me? If what he said is true, why are you so hesitant?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Summer, as an art student, could sometimes be terrifyingly perceptive.

Vivian looked at Summer and gently pointed to the dark circles under her eyes: "Recently not sleeping well? The fatigue under your eyes can’t be covered by makeup."

"I didn’t wear any makeup today."

Summer grasped Vivian’s right hand with one hand: "I trust my instincts. From the first moment I saw you, I felt you were someone I could trust. I really want to know what exactly I’ve forgotten. Can you tell me?"

"Some things, perhaps forgetting them would be better."

In Vivian’s mind appeared Summer’s eyes, dimmed by being trapped, "Let’s just say it was a doomed love affair. If you remember it, it might not be a good thing for you. If that’s the case, do you still want to know?"

"From what you’re saying," Summer looked at her thoughtfully, "Maxim Sinclair doesn’t seem entirely as irredeemable as Justin Huxley makes him seem."

Vivian didn’t want to continue this topic. From her perspective, not mentioning it was best.

Although she wasn’t clear about what exactly happened between Maxim Sinclair and Summer, from what she had seen herself, she always felt Summer was genuinely in pain.

As Summer’s most trusted friend, she chose not to let her continue to be tortured.

"I don’t want to talk about that person. In my view, that person only brings you pain. You’ve told me more than once that you regret meeting him in Stellarion."

"Is that so?" Summer’s head was spinning, "No wonder you and Justin are both unwilling to talk to me about Maxim Sinclair."

"Alright, we’ve finally met again, let’s not talk about that person." Vivian sat beside her, affectionately linking arms, "Talk to me about Justin Huxley. I heard you two are getting engaged? Well, you managed to snag your favorite senior from your youth just by going out to sea. That’s quite efficient!"

"Favorite senior from my youth?" Summer pointed at herself a bit embarrassedly, "Did I like him from way back?"

"Yes, we lived abroad since childhood. You were particularly stubborn, buried in study, aloof, and didn’t interact much with others."

"I must have been quite unpopular, right?" Summer tried to picture the image Vivian described in her head, "For someone like that, you still wanted to be my friend. I’m quite lucky."

"That’s mainly because we were both like that at the time." Vivian laughed as she spoke, "Once, we were both bullied, and two groups just happened to choose the same spot. You admired my fighting skills, and I admired your fearless attitude, and that’s how we met."

As she spoke, a reminiscent expression appeared on her face: "Later, you told me if it hadn’t been for Justin Huxley, you might not have been able to continue studying without being bullied. Who would have thought, after all this time, you’re about to get engaged to him."

Summer laughed lightly, lowering her head for a moment to hide the confusion in her eyes.

She didn’t dare say, deep down she was very resistant to marrying Justin Huxley.

...

Assistant Collins found Maxim Sinclair, who was having tea with a client: "President Sinclair, there’s something that needs your attention right away, it’s urgent."

Maxim Sinclair looked at him, understanding, and with a slightly apologetic tone, excused himself to the client across the table: "Excuse me for a moment."

"No problem, you go ahead, I’ll wait here."

After leaving the reception room, Maxim Sinclair’s gaze fell on the large envelope Assistant Collins was holding: "What’s that?"

"It’s an invitation, delivered by Justin Huxley, an engagement invitation."

Assistant Collins didn’t dare look at Maxim Sinclair’s facial expression.

Maxim Sinclair, upon hearing this, immediately snatched the envelope, rudely tearing it open.

Inside was a beautifully packaged pink invitation, clearly sent by Justin Huxley specifically to him.

But it didn’t have the bride’s name marked.

Assistant Collins carefully observed and asked cautiously: "Are we going to steal someone? Justin didn’t dare write the name, chances are, your wife is in his hands."

"It’s not a possibility, it’s certain."

Maxim Sinclair’s grip was tight, crumpling the invitation as he gritted his teeth, "Prepare a lavish gift, I’ll personally attend Justin Huxley’s engagement banquet this weekend."

"Alright." Assistant Collins agreed, trembling, unable to stop picturing what Maxim Sinclair might do at Justin Huxley’s engagement banquet, "Should Matthew gather some brothers? It would make snatching people easier."

"What era is this, still talking about kidnapping brides?" Maxim Sinclair mocked him, "Stop watching brainless dramas, it’s embarrassing to The Sinclair Group."

"???"

Assistant Collins looked puzzled, knowing Summer was there, weren’t they going to take her back?

"If that person really is your wife, President Sinclair, what do you plan to do?"

"I have my own plans." Maxim Sinclair tossed the invitation back to him, "Set it on my desk and keep it safe."

Saying this, he turned around and returned to the reception room to continue entertaining the client.

Assistant Collins looked at the invitation in his arms like it was a hot potato, clicking his tongue thoughtfully, and followed Maxim Sinclair’s instructions, placing the invitation back in his office.

...

The Huxley Residence, outside Summer Lowell’s room.

Tina Huxley crossed her arms, observing the staff working on Summer’s engagement makeup.

A few minutes ago, Summer just went in to change clothes, while the rest of the staff busily worked inside the room.

Tina, bored from waiting, went to the railing, talking to Justin Huxley, who was smoking there: "Did the invitations get sent?"

"Maxim Sinclair called me back, saying he will definitely attend."

Justin Huxley looked calm.

Tina felt a bit panicked: "I’m a bit scared."

"I find this quite interesting actually." Justin Huxley laughed devilishly, "Thinking about it makes me anticipate."

"I see you’re all crazy." Tina raised her hand to disperse the smoke in front of her, "A bunch of irrational maniacs."

"I wouldn’t say maniacs." Justin Huxley took another cigarette, lighting it and leisurely taking a puff, "What about Grandpa? Wasn’t he supposed to move back from the sanatorium today?"

Tina glanced at her wristwatch: "He should be arriving soon. I should be going too, meeting friends in half an hour."

"Leaving already?" Justin Huxley flicked some ash off his cigarette, "Didn’t you just promise to help choose your sister-in-law’s engagement dress and makeup?"

Tina chuckled, glancing at the room door behind her, leaned in to whisper: "That’s enough. You’re really planning to bring her into the family? Aren’t you worried it will damage your status?"