Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 21: Letting Her Go on Purpose

As expected, Maxim Sinclair neatly pulled the quilt over her: "Leo Quinn has something important to discuss with me. You rest first, and after I’m done, I’ll take you to breakfast."

Having just witnessed him going crazy, Summer Lowell dared not provoke him further with words. She obediently nodded in agreement: "Okay, I’ll take a nap first. Call me for a meal when you’re done."

Seeing her thoughts clearly, Maxim Sinclair smiled gently without exposing her inner thoughts: "Mm, go to sleep. You were exhausted just now."

Summer’s face briefly flashed a shy expression. She pulled the quilt higher, covering the lower half of her face that wanted to smirk, and turned her head, closing her eyes to sleep.

Maxim Sinclair didn’t leave immediately but watched the "sleeping" Summer for quite a while before leaving, even helping to tuck the quilt in for her along the way.

As soon as he left, Summer flipped over and got up, rushing into the bathroom.

Guest room in the backyard.

Maxim Sinclair pushed the door open and greeted the young man standing by the window: "When did you return to Stellarion?"

The man turned his head at the sound, put down the coffee cup in his hand, walked over, and bumped fists with Maxim Sinclair: "Last night’s flight. I just arrived. My mom prepared something for you, asked me to bring it over, and I’ve given it to the butler."

"How’s Aunt’s health recently?" Maxim Sinclair patted his shoulder and sat with him on the sofa by the window, "Can you stay longer in Stellarion this time?"

"My mom’s doing well. Recently she planned a trip with friends. As for me, I have a tricky investment to discuss, so I’ll probably stay a bit longer in Stellarion."

"That’s perfect," Maxim Sinclair was glad his cousin Leo Quinn came, and it showed in his eyes with a smile, "We can have a drink together when you’re free. Let me know if you need help with the investment."

"Don’t worry, I won’t be polite with you." Leo Quinn accepted without reservation and then mischievously bumped Maxim Sinclair’s shoulder with a teasing look, "But, Cousin, you’ve changed quite a bit since we last met!"

Maxim Sinclair didn’t understand his meaning: "What change?"

Leo Quinn gave him a meaningful look over his entire body: "Your whole aura is different, and I’ve been counting the time. I waited for you here for almost half an hour. You should have been in the gym at this time. Tell me, what kind of woman has pulled you off your pedestal?"

"You’re getting more and more off-track," Maxim Sinclair casually pressed the intercom phone, instructing the butler to bring breakfast to the guest room, and didn’t forget to turn his head to ask the gossiping Leo Quinn, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, I couldn’t sleep due to jet lag, so I thought I’d bring my mom’s things over while I had time. I’m afraid I’d forget it once I start dealing with investment clients."

Leo Quinn said, patting his stomach: "Speaking of which, I really miss the food your chef makes."

"Didn’t Aunt take a Sinclair Family chef with her when she got married?"

"It’s not the same," Leo Quinn shook his head slightly, "Eating here doesn’t involve listening to nagging. Don’t change the subject. Who’s that beauty you’re hiding away? Call her over to join us for breakfast?"

"She’s still asleep," Maxim Sinclair recalled Summer Lowell’s earlier look and added with an ambiguous hint, "Or not. She might be playing some escape game right now."

"What escape game?" Leo Quinn looked puzzled, then shifted to a knowing smile, "I didn’t expect it, Cousin, you’re so wild in private?"

"Get lost," Maxim Sinclair laughed and cursed at him, getting up and walking to the table, "Get ready to eat."

On the other side, Summer Lowell, who had finally found her phone, secretly sneaked into the servants’ quarters.

Following her residual memory of the villa, she cautiously reached the east side of the front yard and quietly hid behind a flowering tree.

At the same time, in the surveillance room, Section Chief Lewis dialed the butler’s phone, watching a small exposed piece of clothing at the top of the screen, and helplessly asked the butler: "The guest brought by the sir has sneaked to the front yard. She just took something from the sir’s study and went to the servants’ room to change clothes. From the looks of it, she intends to escape. Should we stop her?"

"Hold on, I’ll ask the sir for his instructions." The butler motioned for the servant holding the dishes to leave first and turned back to the guest room, walking up behind Maxim Sinclair and speaking quietly, "Sir, the guest you brought has sneaked into the small garden at the front yard."

Opposite, Leo Quinn noticed the butler’s serious expression and sensibly stood up: "I’ll go to the restroom."

After Leo Quinn left, the butler looked at Maxim Sinclair, who was still leisurely drinking tea, and urged subtly: "It’s hard to get a taxi around here. If she just walks out, it’ll probably take over an hour to find one."

"Don’t stop her. If she wants to leave, let her go."

After saying this, Maxim Sinclair bowed his head and continued drinking tea. Seeing he had nothing else to add, the butler picked up his phone and relayed Maxim Sinclair’s instructions back to the anxiously waiting Section Chief Lewis.

"Wait a moment."

The butler, already halfway to the door, heard this and turned back quickly, "Sir, what did you say?"

Maxim Sinclair put the empty teacup aside, casually picking up a napkin and gently wiping his fingers: "Arrange for a taxi to pass by nearby."

"Got it, sir."

The butler nodded, simultaneously reassessing Summer Lowell’s status in his mind.

"Are you guys done talking?"

Leo Quinn poked his head in, looking at the clearly not quite right atmosphere between the butler and Maxim Sinclair: "You can continue chatting. I just got a call from an investor, and I need to accompany him for breakfast. Cousin, we’ll meet up later."

"Go ahead. If you need help, just give me a call." Maxim Sinclair nodded slightly.

Leo Quinn just left when the butler’s phone rang again; it was from Section Chief Lewis in the surveillance room.

He glanced at Maxim Sinclair’s expression, slid his right hand, and answered the call.

Half a minute later, the butler moved the receiver away, considering his tone carefully: "Miss Lowell has already run out. According to your instructions, the security personnel at the gate deliberately left an opening."

"Understood." Maxim Sinclair responded emotionlessly.

After the butler hung up, he couldn’t help but glance at Maxim Sinclair’s expression again.

"Uncle Owen, tell me, is staying by my side really that scary?"

The butler was silent for a moment, finally unable to resist saying: "Sir, chasing after a girl isn’t supposed to be like this — you could scare her off."

"Scare her? You have no idea how big her guts are. She dared to come to me as an undercover and even attempted theft of The Sinclair Group’s secrets. I didn’t see any signs of her being frightened."

The butler, Uncle Walsh, never meddled in company affairs, so all he could do was consider it from another angle: "Is there any misunderstanding between you two? Misunderstandings get resolved by talking them through."

"No misunderstandings. She admitted it herself. I’ve been managing the company all these years, and I’ve never met anyone as bold as her."