Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 58: The Fear of Unrequited Love

"So that’s what it was all about!" Summer Lowell let out a long sigh, smiling with sudden realization. "You should have said so earlier, Senior, and saved me from the misunderstanding!"

After all this time, those flowers weren’t sent by Justin Huxley.

Relieved, yet another doubt sprouted in Summer’s mind.

If they weren’t sent by Justin Huxley, then who could have sent them?

Could it really be Maxim Sinclair?

They say one doesn’t make a trip to the temple for no reason. What was Maxim Sinclair really planning by sending so many roses?

Moreover, even Justin Huxley, who doesn’t work in this office building, had heard about the roses. Have the higher-ups at Stellart heard as well?

If they knew it was Maxim Sinclair who sent them, what then?

Trouble really seems to come one after another...

"Summer?"

Summer Lowell snapped back to reality, looking up at Justin Huxley: "Sorry, Senior, what did you just say?"

Justin Huxley looked at her with concern in his eyes: "What’s wrong with you? Why did you suddenly zone out? You also look quite pale today; did you not rest well last night?"

"Maybe I’ve just been too tired lately."

"I’ve told you before, don’t overwork yourself, your health is your greatest asset."

Saying this, Justin Huxley pushed the newly arrived snacks in front of Summer Lowell.

"Do the dishes suit your taste? You hardly touched your food."

"They’re quite good."

Justin Huxley gave a helpless smile: "If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. Try something else. There’s a whole table of dishes, surely some must suit your taste?"

"No, no," Summer Lowell picked up a piece of snack with her chopsticks and placed it on the small plate in front of her. "These snacks are well made; I do enjoy them."

"As long as you like it," Justin Huxley raised his glass for a sip, continuing from where he left off, "Actually, I invited you today because I’m quite troubled. I’ve thought of several ways to give a gift, but none seem appropriate. I was hoping you could give me some suggestions."

Summer Lowell swallowed her snack and nodded happily: "How about this, Senior, since I have some free time this afternoon, there’s a rather large mall nearby. I’ll go with you and see if we can pick out a suitable gift."

"That’s a good idea," Justin Huxley smiled, "It’s settled then. This meal is my treat, consider it a fee for helping me pick out a gift. I remember her taste is quite similar to yours, so whatever gift you choose, she’ll likely appreciate it."

"I’ll do my best to choose something all girls would like, I hope to be of help to you, Senior."

Summer Lowell was careful not to speak too firmly. After quickly finishing lunch with Justin Huxley, they hurried to the nearby mall to help him choose a gift.

Evening.

Maxim Sinclair had just returned from business engagements and entered his office when Assistant Collins came in with a tablet: "President Sinclair, while I was clearing junk mail from your inbox, a new email came in."

Maxim Sinclair turned and looked over: "A new email? Anything special about it?"

"The sender didn’t name themselves, but the subject is related to Ms. Summer Lowell, the design director at Stellart, and it seems to contain a few photos."

Assistant Collins approached him, passing the tablet: "Perhaps you’d like to take a look."

Maxim Sinclair handed him the glass he was holding, then took the tablet and opened the recently arrived email, flipping through the photos with an expressionless face.

After a while, he looked at Assistant Collins: "Go get the IT team, someone who can trace IP addresses backward."

"Alright, I’ll go right away."

In just a few minutes, Assistant Collins returned with the IT staff.

"President Sinclair, I’ve brought the people you requested."

"Hmm," Maxim Sinclair, sitting on the sofa, looked grim as he glanced at the young staff behind Assistant Collins, "Can you find out who sent this email?"

The technician took the tablet, fiddled with it for a moment, and then replied: "It’s quite tricky; the sender’s IP address is encrypted in three layers."

"To what extent can you trace it?"

"We can roughly determine the range of the IP address, but for more details... we’d need hands-on investigation."

"Then hurry up and trace it. Sinclair Group doesn’t keep useless people on the payroll."

"Yes, President Sinclair, I’ll get on it right away."

The technician nervously jotted down some key data and quickly left the office.

Assistant Collins watched him leave, feeling uneasy as he brewed a cup of tea for the near-bursting Maxim Sinclair: "President Sinclair, you haven’t been resting well this past week. Are you staying late again tonight?"

"No overtime," Maxim Sinclair coldly eyed the photos. "I have something else to do."

Originally intending to ask to leave, Assistant Collins changed his words at the last moment: "Yes, President Sinclair, what would you like me to do?"

"Those photos in the email, get professionals to deduce from the angles where the photos were taken, and then follow the clues to find the person who took them. Deal with them."

Maxim Sinclair’s voice grew colder as he spoke, tinged with a biting edge by the end, "Do the Huxley Family dare exploit me so openly now? Even a washed-up small fry abroad has the nerve to try such underhanded tactics in front of me!"

Assistant Collins quickly jotted down Maxim Sinclair’s instructions on his phone: "Alright, I’ll contact professionals to track down those who took the photos and ensure they disappear completely."

"Remember, don’t alert the target." Maxim Sinclair waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they proceed cautiously."

"Mm," Maxim Sinclair rubbed his forehead, suddenly calling back Assistant Collins who was about to leave, "Wait, you saw those photos earlier. What are your thoughts?"

"Thoughts?"

Assistant Collins discreetly glanced at Maxim Sinclair’s expression, choosing his words carefully.

"Judging by their intimacy in the photos, those two seem to have known each other from before?"

"Hmph, so what if they know each other? It was just that Justin Huxley helped her when she was in middle school."

Maxim Sinclair inwardly rolled his eyes at Justin Huxley.

Childhood friends? Benefactors even?

How laughable!

Hearing this, Assistant Collins couldn’t help but think to himself, "Such a formidable rival, President Sinclair’s chances don’t seem great!"

"Heh, Summer Lowell, that foolish woman can’t tell who’s sincere and who’s pretending," Maxim Sinclair sneered, continuing, "Do you think this counts as her karma? She dared to use me and even toy with my feelings, so now she’s being used. Should I celebrate?"

"Well," Assistant Collins scratched his head in distress, unable to devise a decent reply, and continued feigning ignorance, "So she was being used in today’s photos?"

"All right, just get back to your duties and stop acting dumb around me." Maxim Sinclair waved him off impatiently, "Make sure you handle my instructions carefully and don’t alert anyone."

"Yes, President Sinclair."

Finally able to leave, Assistant Collins turned around and discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.

President Sinclair really is terrifying in this state of love and loss!