Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 40: Little Fox, We Meet Again

"Hard to say," Summer Lowell replied, her voice muffled as she held a tissue over her mouth and nose, "I guess the air conditioning was set too low last night, but it’s not serious. A few cups of hot water should do the trick."

Summer tossed the tissue into the trash can, picked up the hot water that Assistant Fletcher had poured for her, and hurried back to her office.

Once inside, she couldn’t wait to take out her phone and dialed Noah, who had just sent her a message: "President Norris, is the news you sent me just now true? Has the Sinclair Group really been kicked out of the first round of the bid?"

Noah laughed heartily on the other end of the line: "Of course it’s true. I sent it to you as soon as I confirmed it. Summer, your suggestion was really spot-on."

"Not bad, not bad," Summer replied modestly, unable to resist asking, "but what’s going on with Maxim Sinclair right now?"

"Don’t worry, they can’t trace it back to me. Reliable sources say that Rachel Nash is trying to persuade the organizers to give them another chance. But she wasn’t successful, and got quite an embarrassing rejection."

Hearing this, Summer finally felt relieved: "That’s good, then I’m at ease. Without the Sinclair Group as a competitor, this competition won’t be difficult."

"Alright, then I’ll be waiting for your good news tomorrow."

"President Norris, rest assured, I’ll lead them to win this bid."

Summer, brimming with joy, hung up the phone, opened the door, and went out. She hid everything Noah had done and told all the members of the Four Seasons project team about the Sinclair Group exiting the first round of bidding.

The team members cheered loudly, hugging each other upon hearing the good news.

Learning that the biggest competitor wouldn’t participate the day before the bid, such a huge piece of good news dropped, few could contain their emotions.

Even Ming Yue, who was always calm and collected, couldn’t help but have misty eyes.

"Alright, alright, everyone calm down. No need for overtime tonight. Rest well and save your energy for tomorrow’s good news," Summer clapped her hands, smiling at the designers who couldn’t hold back their excitement, "President Norris has reserved a private room at the most luxurious hotel in the city. If all goes well, we can celebrate there tomorrow night."

The words sparked another round of cheers.

Seeing that they couldn’t contain their emotions, Summer shook her head with a smile, turned around, and left them to it.

Just as Maxim Sinclair had predicted, without the Sinclair Group as a competitor, Stellart was virtually assured of victory.

Those so-called competitive companies either had no standout designers or their project team members were mentally defeated from top to bottom and simply gave up.

Under these circumstances, the Four Seasons project team, driven hard by Summer, stood out as particularly excellent.

Stellart won the first round of bidding almost without suspense. If nothing unexpected happened, the remaining rounds would be even less of a concern. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

As evening fell, the city lights began to twinkle.

The driver glanced at the time and turned to ask Maxim Sinclair, who was dozing in the back seat: "President Sinclair, go straight back to Varden Villa?"

"Yes, but first, take a detour to the north side of the city. I’ll deliver something on the way."

"Alright, President Sinclair." The driver pressed the gas pedal and turned the wheel a couple of times, steering the car toward the north side of the city.

Twenty minutes later, seeing the impassable traffic jam ahead, the driver turned again to the back: "President Sinclair, the road ahead seems especially congested. Do we need to reverse and take a side road? If you’re in a hurry."

"No need," Maxim, stirred from his drowsiness by the question, replied, "I’m not in a rush to deliver the item. Let’s just wait."

Maxim picked up his phone and sent a message to a friend, explaining the situation.

Feeling bored afterwards, he turned to gaze out the window, and there he saw a strikingly familiar figure.

Across the street in a spacious area, Summer Lowell and Noah stood at the center of a crowd, chatting and laughing.

Though he couldn’t hear what they were saying, Maxim could clearly sense that Summer was spiritedly talking while making constant gestures.

Beside her, Noah slightly lowered his head, attentively watching her.

At a glance, the two really seemed like a couple.

"President Sinclair? President Sinclair?"

Unable to get a response after several calls, the driver raised his voice even more.

"What?" Maxim finally heard the driver calling him, turned his head, and looked at him with a somber expression, "What’s the matter?"

The driver, feeling uneasy under his gaze, explained with a trembling voice: "President Sinclair, your phone has been ringing for a while now. I noticed you were in a daze and didn’t seem to hear it."

Only then did Maxim notice that the phone on his lap was indeed still vibrating.

"I was too focused on my thoughts and didn’t notice the phone." With that, Maxim casually hung up the call, switched off the phone, and tossed it aside. Then he coldly instructed the driver, who hadn’t turned back around: "Hurry up and drive. Didn’t you see the cars in front have started moving? Head straight to Varden Villa, no other stops."

"Weren’t you going to deliver something to a friend?"

"Suddenly lost the mood for it." Maxim shook his head, closed his eyes, and leaned back, looking like he had once again slipped into a doze.

Late at night, Summer returned from the celebration and unlocked her hotel room with a key card.

Still feeling fuzzy from the several drinks she had in her excitement, Summer didn’t notice that the room was already lit even though she hadn’t inserted her key card.

Only when she habitually reached to place her key card did she realize there was already a card there.

Startled sober, Summer immediately grabbed a nearby vase with one hand while the other fumbled to open the door behind her.

"Director Lowell, long time no see!"

Maxim Sinclair leisurely walked out from the inner room with his hands in his pockets. Noticing the vase in Summer’s hand, he shook his head disapprovingly: "I never saw anyone greet others with a vase in hand, such an effort!"

Seeing it was him, Summer actually let out a breath of relief, but then quickly realized she shouldn’t feel relieved and loudly demanded: "What are you doing here?"

Maxim chuckled softly: "Every time you see me, you ask that question. Aren’t you tired of it?"

"Can’t help it, President Sinclair, your appearances are always so unconventional." Summer gradually regained her composure, and while speaking to him, she also searched for the location of an emergency alarm.

"Don’t bother looking. I bought this hotel a week ago, and had the alarm line to this room cut off before I arrived."

Maxim casually walked to the mini-fridge, took out two beers, and handed one over: "You seem to handle your liquor well, have a drink with me? Though, I remember after that incident, you’ve never drunk in front of me again."

That incident?

Reminded by Maxim, Summer’s face flushed even redder...