Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 59: Maxim Sinclair, Stop Making Up Stories to Fool Me
Night falls.
Summer Lowell opened the door to her room with her key card after working overtime. She powered up the electricity, and without even closing the door, she searched every corner of the room.
This had become her new habit.
Ever since Maxim Sinclair magically appeared here last time, the first thing she did upon returning from work was to check the entire room.
Thankfully, the room showed no signs of Maxim Sinclair’s presence.
Only then did Summer Lowell let out a slight sigh of relief and turned back to close the door.
She held the door frame with one hand, took her bag off to close the door. But halfway through, she sensed resistance, and when she looked up, she was so startled that she quickly pushed the door out with her arm.
Maxim Sinclair, however, easily held the door in place: "Director Lowell, is this how unwelcome I am?"
"Yes, you’re not welcome. Leave now," Summer Lowell replied with a cold face.
"Ha," Maxim Sinclair sneered lightly, putting more force into his hands, pushing the door open despite the resistance that was only the size of half a fist, and then closed it smoothly, "I’m not leaving!"
Summer Lowell took a few cautious steps back, retrieved a bottle of pepper spray from her pocket with her other hand, and stared at him coldly: "When will you stop?"
"Never!"
Maxim Sinclair crossed his arms, leaning relaxed against the back of the door, yet his gaze was as sharp as daggers, staring intently at Summer Lowell: "Someone kept you company, and you still managed to come back?"
Summer Lowell closed her eyes to calm her emotions, then opened them again, trying to appear composed as she looked at Maxim Sinclair and said, "President Sinclair, if you have legitimate business with me, you can contact me directly or reach out to my assistant. We can meet in a proper manner; stop showing up in my room in the middle of the night, okay?"
"But I just like it this way."
As he spoke, Maxim Sinclair’s eyes inadvertently fell on the scarf around Summer Lowell’s neck.
In one of the photos he received today, it showed Justin Huxley wiping dessert crumbs off her scarf with a tissue.
"Has your heart flown away?"
Maxim Sinclair moved his gaze back to Summer Lowell’s face, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "I thought you weren’t planning to come back tonight?"
Unaware of the photo incident, Summer Lowell mistakenly thought Maxim Sinclair was mocking her for working tirelessly on the two projects in her hands.
So, she couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.
Realizing there was no way to force Maxim Sinclair to leave, Summer Lowell tossed her bag aside, and with the pepper spray still hidden in her hand, responded calmly: "The company values me so much, I naturally have to produce some impressive results."
"Oh, so your so-called giving back to the company means strolling around with your so-called old flame during the critical phase of rushing projects?" Maxim Sinclair sneered repeatedly.
Hearing this, Summer Lowell’s eyebrows tightened, and she looked back to question Maxim Sinclair: "Did you send someone to follow me?"
"You’re mistaken," Maxim Sinclair shook his head with a light chuckle, "you are seriously overestimating your importance to me if you think I would waste time on having you followed."
Seeing his expression didn’t seem fake, Summer Lowell cautiously tested him: "That makes sense, President Sinclair is so busy with all his work, he wouldn’t have time to keep tabs on me."
"Summer, there’s no need to be sarcastic. I came to tell you that Justin Huxley took photos of you and him dining and strolling together, and then anonymously sent them to me."
Maxim Sinclair spoke earnestly, but Summer Lowell clearly didn’t believe his story.
She looked at Maxim Sinclair, both speechless and amused: "President Sinclair, lies so far-fetched won’t be believed by anyone. You taught me that yourself. How have you forgotten?"
"You think I’m making up stories to deceive you?" Maxim Sinclair said as he took out his phone, opened the email, and showed the lit screen to Summer Lowell, "Take a good look at these. Is that not you and Justin Huxley in these?"
Though Summer Lowell was dismissive inside, her eyes couldn’t help but drift to Maxim Sinclair’s phone. After seeing the pictures clearly, showing herself and Justin Huxley, her expression swiftly changed.
"It’s obvious he’s trying to provoke me by using you; can’t you see that?" Maxim Sinclair withdrew his phone, looking leisurely at Summer Lowell, "He pretends to graciously take you to dinner, but then sneaks around to send me the photos. Guess what his motives could be?"
"I don’t want to guess, nor do I care."
Summer Lowell looked intently at Maxim Sinclair, "State your intentions directly. There’s no need to use such sordid tactics to drive a wedge between me and my senior."
"I’m driving a wedge between you two?"
As soon as he heard this, the faint smile on Maxim Sinclair’s face vanished entirely.
With a deathly pale face, he retorted: "I’ve shown you the evidence, and you still don’t believe me?"
Summer Lowell smiled faintly: "If this can be considered evidence, I could produce a pile of such things for you, President Sinclair!"
After saying this, she pointed outside the door, telling Maxim Sinclair: "Leave now. I don’t have time to listen to your tales, but I’m sure plenty of people would be more than willing to entertain your new hobby."
Before she even finished speaking, Maxim Sinclair suddenly closed the distance, grasped her chin forcefully: "Summer Lowell, you’re really ungrateful!"
Summer Lowell, however, fearlessly looked back at him. After a moment, she suddenly pursed her lips and smiled: "There’s something I just remembered. After your last visit, I installed a remote camera in this room, which transmits footage directly to my office computer."
"And so?"
Maxim Sinclair raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you planning to do?"
Summer Lowell knew that a small recording couldn’t possibly harm Maxim Sinclair.
But she never intended to actually do anything against him anyway; she merely wished to intimidate him a little.
"No actual plans, just hoping you’ll be considerate, President Sinclair, and make my life a bit easier."
Her tone was incredibly sincere, yet it only served to harden Maxim Sinclair’s expression further.
Finally, after a long pause, he spoke slowly: "Do you really trust Justin Huxley that much? Do you even know what kind of person he is?"
"Of course, I do," Summer Lowell’s gaze was resolute as she answered, "I clearly remember that back when I was at my most alone and helpless, it was Justin Huxley who saved and helped me."
"So, you can unconditionally trust him? Believe whatever he says and does?"
Maxim Sinclair spoke through gritted teeth, "But do you even know who he is now? He’s just a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he..."
"Maxim Sinclair!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Summer Lowell raised her voice, brusquely cutting him off: "You used to say you and Justin were childhood friends, yet now you’re backstabbing him behind his back. Don’t you think attacking a friend like this is going too far?"
"Fine, I’m the one who’s overstepping, Summer."
Maxim Sinclair’s gaze grew increasingly fierce, "Is your mind filled only with Justin Huxley now? I’m telling you, this disgrace is deceiving and using you, yet you foolishly choose to trust him; you’re being incredibly naive."
