Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 56: 999 Roses

"Flowers? You mean someone sent flowers to me?" Summer Lowell asked as she quickly went through the people she knew here in her mind, trying to guess who might have sent flowers to her.

"Yes, and it’s nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, but we don’t know who sent them. Even the delivery guy doesn’t know, he just knows to deliver the flowers to a lady named Summer Lowell at Stellart."

The receptionist gently shook her head, repeating what the delivery guy had said.

Upon hearing this, Summer Lowell lightly furrowed her brow, "Do we have anyone in the company with the same name as mine?"

"No, those nine hundred and ninety-nine roses are definitely for you." The receptionist looked at Summer Lowell, then prompted, "The delivery guy seems quite rushed, Director Lowell, if you’re not busy right now, maybe you could come down with me."

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, such extravagance, it’s quite like Maxim Sinclair’s style.

Summer Lowell swallowed the coffee in her mouth, and couldn’t help but recall some things from when she was with Maxim Sinclair.

Maxim Sinclair has an extremely awkward trait where if he impulsively upsets someone, he would never personally apologize. He would only indirectly send some gifts he deems could express his apology to appease the other person.

During the few months Summer Lowell was with Maxim Sinclair, she received several similar gifts.

Today’s roses are probably his way of apologizing for his rude behavior last night.

Summer Lowell sneered inwardly, then thought with disdain, "Ha, I didn’t call the police for last night’s incident, I’ve already been merciful enough, and yet he has the nerve to send flowers!"

Seeing she didn’t react for a long time, the receptionist grew a little anxious: "Director Lowell? There are so many roses still at the company entrance, you should spare some time to deal with it."

Summer Lowell nodded, then said to Assistant Fletcher, who had just retrieved her phone: "Go with her to the reception, see if you can refuse the delivery. If not, say I asked you to sign on my behalf, and then just distribute the flowers to anyone in the company."

"Huh? Director Lowell, you don’t want them?"

"No, I don’t need flowers, if I want flowers, I’ll go buy them myself." Summer Lowell lightly shook her head, "Handle this however you want, just make sure those flowers don’t end up in my office."

After saying that, Summer Lowell handed the freshly brewed cup of coffee to the receptionist and then left the break room.

As she walked away, the receptionist leaned closer to Assistant Fletcher: "Do you know who sent those flowers?"

"I don’t know," Assistant Fletcher turned around to ask her back, "You’re the receptionist, if you don’t know who sent them, how would I know?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I asked, but the person didn’t say explicitly, just said Director Lowell would know who sent them once she saw the flowers. But from the look of things now... Director Lowell seems to dislike the person who sent the flowers!"

The receptionist looked full of gossip, and Assistant Fletcher snatched back the coffee from her hand: "You’re still drinking the coffee our director personally made, and you’re gossiping behind her back?"

"I just casually gossiped with you, how is that talking behind someone’s back!" The receptionist retorted in disbelief, "You’re so clever, I can’t argue with you, let’s just hurry to the reception and sort out those flowers, you have no idea how many there are, blocking the entrance like this, it’s really inconvenient."

"How many could there be, the reception is so big, it can’t even fit a few flowers?" Assistant Fletcher muttered while walking, but when she really arrived at the reception, she was dumbfounded, "My god, why so many?"

"Nonsense, if there weren’t many, would I have specifically gone to the design department? Who doesn’t know that place is not easy to access."

The receptionist walked to the entrance, ushered the waiting person inside, and then led him to Assistant Fletcher, "Look, Director Lowell is unavailable, she delegated this task to her assistant."

The delivery guy took a look at Assistant Fletcher, then handed over the paper in his hand: "A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, all meant for Miss Summer Lowell, here’s the confirmation slip, hold onto it."

Assistant Fletcher held the thin confirmation slip, asking with a complicated expression, "Our director wants to ask if these flowers can be refused?"

"That’s not possible, the customer has paid in full in advance, they insisted on delivery." The delivery guy shook his head, then added, "If your director really doesn’t want them, just receive them and throw them away, anyway, we don’t allow refusal here."

"Are you kidding me?" Assistant Fletcher looked at him suspiciously, "I don’t believe refusal isn’t allowed."

"I don’t care if you believe it or not, anyway, I’ve delivered, 999, exactly right!"

The delivery guy scurried away after speaking, fearing if he stayed any longer, Assistant Fletcher might catch hold of him.

Meanwhile, people in the company had heard about the nine hundred and ninety-nine roses being received at reception and flocked in pairs and threes to see the fuss.

"Assistant Fletcher, you’re so lucky to receive so many roses, I haven’t seen that many flowers in my life, was it sent by your boyfriend?"

Exhausted, Assistant Fletcher waved her over: "Come over, pick any bunch you like and take as many as you can carry, as much as you like."

The person who was pointed out paused: "So generous?"

"What’s with all the nonsense!" Assistant Fletcher got impatient, "Do you want them or not? I can’t possibly move all these to the design department, so take them all, whoever wants them can take them."

Some female employees who were somewhat close to Assistant Fletcher quietly came over: "Who are these flowers really for?"

"Now they’re for you," Assistant Fletcher folded up the confirmation slip and put it in her pocket, earnestly saying to her, "Do you like them? If you do, take them, don’t hesitate."

"Really? Then I won’t hesitate."

After finally dealing with these gossiping colleagues, Assistant Fletcher found someone to help her move the remaining few bouquets into the design department.

After pondering, Assistant Fletcher still didn’t dare move the flowers into Summer Lowell’s office.

After all, the receptionist was right, Summer Lowell’s tone earlier made it obvious she disliked the person who sent the flowers.

So, Assistant Fletcher had no choice but to distribute those remaining bouquets to other colleagues in the design department.

In the office, Summer Lowell, who had just finished a long video meeting with headquarters and closed her laptop, exhaled a long breath.

Assistant Fletcher was right this morning, the headquarters indeed still doubted her abilities.

In the meeting just now, if it weren’t for Noah standing up for her, the new design director might have arrived in Stellarion by tonight.

"Ugh, every single day, internal troubles and external threats really wear one down."

After the complaint, Summer Lowell remembered the flowers the receptionist mentioned earlier, so she pressed the bell to call in Assistant Fletcher: "Did you finish dealing with those flowers?"

"Yes, most were distributed to some colleagues at the reception area, the remaining few I brought back to the design department, gave them to other department colleagues, I thought the flowers were nice, so I took a bouquet and put it in my office. Director Lowell, if you change your mind, should I bring you a bouquet?"