Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 23: Linda’s Sarcasm

In fact, Noah’s intention to call the police was just to show Summer Lowell that he, as Stellart’s partner, cared even more about the company’s reputation than she did.

Seeing Summer Lowell willing to consider the bigger picture, his opinion of her improved slightly: "Summer, you’ll need to endure for a while. Once things settle, I’ll definitely help you get rid of this frustration."

"None of that matters now. The most important thing is to quickly find Sheryl."

"You’re right," Noah nodded, picking up the nearby internal phone. "Get the heads of the PR and Legal departments to come to my office for an emergency meeting."

Summer Lowell softly reminded from the side, "Have the HR department come too."

"Right, and HR as well," Noah added hastily, then hung up, rubbing his forehead with a displeased look. "In the future, whenever there’s an important project, we must first investigate the team involved; Stellart can’t afford similar setbacks again."

Summer Lowell nodded in agreement, "President Norris is right; for future important projects, we indeed need to screen the team members’ backgrounds."

Soon, those called by Noah trickled into the office, and everyone held an important small meeting there.

After the meeting, Summer Lowell returned to the Design Department, looking serious with files in hand.

The designers noticed her grim face and secretly speculated in private group chats about the reason.

Upon seeing her expression, Linda was secretly delighted, slyly guiding the speculation towards Summer Lowell potentially getting fired.

Another group of designers, led by Bright Moon, were eager for this to happen, exchanging looks while texting on their phones.

The designers were engrossed in their guessing game when Fletcher, the Director’s assistant, emerged from the office, clapping gently to get attention: "Quiet down, I have something to say."

The designers reluctantly put down their phones, glancing perfunctorily at Fletcher before resuming their work.

They weren’t new to treating Summer Lowell’s assistant this way. Having grown used to it, the assistant cleared her throat and raised her voice: "Concerning the recent leak of designer Bright Moon’s drafts online, Director Lowell and President Norris have made some discoveries. This matter involves another designer, Sheryl. Everyone, recall if she’s done anything suspicious before; if so, please report it to Director Lowell or President Norris promptly."

The direction of developments seemed unexpected. Linda was the first to voice her surprise, "Sheryl? How could it be her? That’s impossible; she never had the chance to access Bright Moon’s project."

Linda chuckled twice, laden with meaning, "Looks like they couldn’t find anyone else to blame, so they chose Sheryl, the easiest target? Even when she’s been so close to the director, always doing her bidding." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

This statement practically pointed fingers, accusing Summer Lowell of using someone as a scapegoat.

Those designers who believed the assistant’s words also changed their expressions upon hearing this.

After all, according to Linda’s explanation, if Summer could choose Sheryl as a scapegoat, she could pick another designer the next time something went wrong.

The trouble lay in the fact that Summer Lowell hadn’t truly established herself in the Design Department, leading most designers to harbor prejudice against her and remain reluctant to trust her easily.

Fletcher looked at Linda, who was deliberately causing chaos, and approached her, expressionless, in high heels: "Linda, if you have any issues, you can go to Director Lowell or President Norris. Designer Sheryl sent President Norris a resignation email before turning off her phone, and he hasn’t been able to reach her since."

Even Linda, normally slow to react, could sense something unusual about Sheryl’s situation.

But, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she refused to back down: "Why are you telling me this? I’m not familiar with Sheryl at all."

Fletcher, observing Linda’s bluster, chuckled lightly: "The way you spoke earlier, it sounded like you were standing up for Sheryl."

"You said it all so suddenly; I was just a bit shocked," Linda dodged, "Considering the importance of the draft leak, isn’t it normal for me to overreact?"

"It’s normal," Fletcher remained unfazed, her gaze sweeping over the designers with varied expressions, raising her voice again, "But it’s a fact that Sheryl leaked Bright Moon’s draft. Your earlier comments may lead others to suspect you and Sheryl were conspiring together."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Linda slammed the table and stood, pointing at Fletcher with an accusing finger, "You’ve become just like Summer, making baseless accusations!"

Fletcher stepped back, watching Linda in her fury and sneered, "I just remembered, before Bright Moon was assigned to this project, you and she had some disagreements. You’re also suspect."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bright Moon’s eyes darted over to her.

Doing nothing but inexplicably panicked, Linda looked helplessly at Bright Moon, "Don’t listen to her nonsense; I’m not even acquainted with Sheryl."

Having recently been discharged from the hospital, Bright Moon remained indifferent, "I didn’t say I suspected you, there’s no need to worry."

Bright Moon turned to Fletcher, "You said Sheryl leaked my draft; is there evidence? Is it Director Lowell’s guess or have you obtained proof?"

"Sheryl once made a suspicious phone call, during which your draft’s leak was mentioned, and it was made clear that Director Lowell couldn’t hold on much longer. I can’t say much more; President Norris is arranging an investigation."

"That’s fine," Bright Moon nodded, adopting a courteous demeanor for the first time, "If there’s anything I can do to assist the investigation, please let Assistant Fletcher know."

"Not at all, it’s what I should do. If needed, I’ll definitely inform you promptly."

Fletcher finished speaking and glanced around before returning to Summer Lowell’s office.

Inside the office, Summer turned from the window, "How did they react?"

"Just as you predicted, some were surprised, some were doubtful, but we’ve captured almost all their attention."

The general reaction was within expectations. Summer nodded, then inquired, "I vaguely heard some arguing outside earlier; what happened?"

"It was Linda," Fletcher’s eyes flashed with impatience, "She was shouting that Sheryl was picked as a scapegoat, babbling nonsense. I couldn’t hold back, so I said a few words to her."

This reminded Summer of the files she had seen previously in Maxim Sinclair’s study. She sneered, "Don’t mind her, carry on with your tasks, and as for her, I have my ways to handle it."

"You’re about to clear your name soon; we can’t let Linda slander you anymore."

Fletcher was somewhat worried, but Summer confidently waved it off, "No need to worry. She’s not innocent herself. If she pushes me too far, she’ll find herself in deep trouble."