Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 51: He Came to Save the Damsel in Distress
Summer Lowell thought carefully and realized that she didn’t know them at all, so she ignored them.
She guessed that it was probably some young masters and mistresses drunk from the party, coming over to cause a scene.
Seeing Summer’s indifferent attitude, those people got upset, "We’re talking to you, don’t you have any manners?"
Anyone who could attend this party was either formidable themselves or had powerful connections.
Summer weighed the situation for a few seconds and turned to leave.
She couldn’t afford to provoke them, but she could avoid them.
There was no need to engage with drunk lunatics.
However, these people who seemed to have come prepared, weren’t about to let her leave so easily. A fashionably dressed woman stepped forward to block her path, "What? You think you can walk away after offending us?"
"???"
Summer felt a headache, a scene reminiscent of being bullied abroad years ago unfolded before her eyes.
But the Summer of today was no longer the weak girl from back then. In similar situations, she knew how to fight back.
If the time and setting were more appropriate today, Summer would definitely teach these people a lesson.
"I’m sorry," Summer suppressed her anger, took half a step back, and coldly stared at the woman blocking her path, "We don’t seem to know each other, excuse me."
The woman sneered contemptuously as she looked Summer up and down, "Summer Lowell, the current Design Director at Stellart, right?"
Hearing the woman accurately state her identity, Summer felt puzzled and couldn’t help but ask, "Yes, that’s me. Do we know each other? And who are you?"
"Of course, we don’t know each other," the woman scoffed, looking down at Summer, "You, a woman like you, think you’re worthy of knowing me?"
Her words were full of aggression and malicious intent.
Even a fool could tell that this person was not here with good intentions.
Summer’s expression turned cold, "Please show some respect. Since we don’t know each other and have no grievances, please don’t block my way."
"We may not know each other, but I just want to teach a woman like you a lesson. Summer Lowell, I can’t believe someone like you made it into this party."
"What kind of person I am is none of your concern," Summer laughed out of anger, refusing to back down.
The woman’s anger intensified at seeing Summer dare to talk back, "How dare you be so arrogant? Do you even know who I am?"
"I don’t know," Summer forcefully restrained the urge to retort viciously, "and I don’t want to know."
"Ha! Secretary Lowell," the woman suddenly clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly to look at her, "It’s a pity that someone like you, who schemes to steal information, isn’t worthy of knowing."
Hearing herself addressed this way, Summer’s eyes changed.
Even without introductions, Summer could guess who these people were.
Back when she was Maxim Sinclair’s secretary, she often encountered such intentional harassment.
Too many people had their eyes on Maxim, and since Maxim was very protective of her, naturally, Summer became a thorn in many people’s sides.
Although she once fretted over why she always attracted such inexplicable animosity, after some company veterans advised her, she understood.
Those who constantly found fault with her were simply jealous of her long-term presence beside Maxim, always under his protection.
Realizing this, whenever Summer was wronged, she would just complain to Maxim, since it all stemmed from him, and he would definitely handle it.
Of course, Maxim would ensure those people couldn’t get away with it lightly.
Unfortunately, today’s situation was different.
These people must have heard about how Maxim was deliberately opposing her recently and came to ridicule her, likely hoping to embarrass her at tonight’s party to win Maxim’s favor.
Summer sighed inwardly and then discreetly took a step back, cautiously watching the reactions of the people in front of her.
Based on her experience, this group would definitely not settle down tonight, and who knew if there were bigger traps waiting for her later.
If she were alone, she could bear the embarrassment; she could always switch to another place.
But she was now holding the title of Stellart’s Design Director, and for the company’s sake, she had to find a way to deal with these people.
Meanwhile,
Not far away on the second-floor balcony, Maxim Sinclair noticed Summer, pointed out by Assistant Collins as he conversed with someone.
"President Sinclair, look over there by the side door on the first floor. Isn’t that Stellart’s Design Director, Miss Lowell?"
Maxim, who had his back to Summer, turned his head to follow Assistant Collins’s gaze.
With excellent eyesight, Assistant Collins, who had once tried out for a pilot program, adjusted his non-prescription glasses and cautiously said, "President Sinclair, why does it seem like something is off over there?"
Maxim also sensed something was wrong and immediately frowned, "Quickly send someone to check what’s going on."
Assistant Collins turned and gestured to a bodyguard in the room, "Check out the east door across the building. Find out what’s happening, and be discreet. Try not to alarm them."
The bodyguard who quickly made his way over hid behind a large potted plant and then dialed Assistant Collins’s phone, providing a live report over the call.
After listening to the content of the conversation through the call, Assistant Collins looked up at Maxim Sinclair with a complex expression, "President Sinclair, what should we do next?"
Maxim intently watched Summer, who was surrounded by four or five people, took a moment, then tugged on his tie, "Have the bodyguard bring her over."
Before he finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the east door across the building. The figure walked straight to Summer, broke into the encirclement, and pulled Summer into their arms.
This scene unfolded too suddenly.
The bodyguard hidden in the shadows hesitated, blinking and quietly asked Assistant Collins, "Should I still go up?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
On the balcony, Assistant Collins sensed the low pressure emanating from Maxim Sinclair, "President Sinclair? Now..."
At this moment, Maxim Sinclair couldn’t hear Assistant Collins. His eyes were fixated on Summer, who was being held in someone’s arms.
"Justin Huxley? When did he come back?"
Assistant Collins quickly replied, "He returned not long ago. A client mentioned him over dinner with you a couple of days ago."
"Just returned and already causing trouble?" Maxim watched Summer, who was being led away swiftly by Justin Huxley, and laughed with an ambiguous tone, "Justin Huxley, do you dare touch a woman of Maxim Sinclair’s?"
"Well, President Sinclair, perhaps Mr. Huxley just happened to pass by, couldn’t stand seeing Miss Lowell being bullied, and decided to help."
"Hero rescuing the beauty, what a cliché," Maxim sneered, "but is it really a coincidence or a deliberate act?"
