Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 64: Forced to Withdraw

Tsk tsk tsk, in the end, you still feel sorry for Summer Lowell!

Assistant Collins quietly thought to himself, but remained composed and replied, "Okay, I’ll arrange it right away."

After speaking, he turned and went to the balcony to make a call.

Maxim Sinclair leaned back against the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at nothing.

Summer Lowell, oh Summer Lowell, what exactly must I do for you to obediently come back...

Meanwhile, in the contestants’ lounge, Summer Lowell reclined and let out a long sigh.

Assistant Fletcher handed her a cup of hot water again, "Director Lowell, are you feeling a bit nervous?"

"If I say I’m not nervous, would you believe me? So many people in the company are watching these two projects I’m holding." Summer Lowell took her coat and put it back on, then walked to the wooden table, picked up the safe, and nodded to the assistant and designer behind her, "Let’s go, it’s showtime."

Before leaving, Summer Lowell specifically asked Assistant Fletcher to go out first to see if Tina Huxley on the other side had left.

Assistant Fletcher returned, "I asked the staff, and the people on the other side have already gone downstairs to the competition venue."

"Then let’s head over too, lest we’re late," Summer Lowell nodded.

Downstairs, Summer Lowell followed the staff to the seats the organizers had prepared for them and sat quietly waiting.

Second-floor lounge.

Assistant Collins turned on the TV in the room and projected the live broadcast of the competition for Maxim Sinclair to watch.

Just at this moment, the camera swept over Summer Lowell’s face. Maxim Sinclair stared deeply at the screen, lost in thought.

In the first-floor competition hall, Summer Lowell was intently watching the works presented by other contestants on stage.

The organizers explained that due to the large number of contestants, the first round of the competition was divided into two groups for an elimination round. The winning pieces from the two groups would continue to the next round.

Since the two groups did not compete simultaneously but followed the draw sequence, Stellart happened to be placed in the second group.

Assistant Fletcher approached from behind and whispered in Summer Lowell’s ear, "Director Lowell, the organizers suggest that those of us in the second group can return to the lounge and watch the competition from there."

Summer Lowell, reluctant to go back and forth, questioned, "What’s the reason? What does the organizer think, letting contestants carry such valuable jewelry back and forth?"

"I asked the staff, and they said staying in the lounge is more conducive to protecting the safety of the works."

Assistant Fletcher looked troubled.

Summer Lowell felt uneasy. She looked around the area where the guests were seated and, not seeing Maxim Sinclair’s figure, her uneasiness grew stronger.

"Director Lowell, I see other members of the second group have returned to the lounge. If we act different, it may leave a bad impression on the organizers," Assistant Fletcher cautiously reminded her.

Summer Lowell pushed away her chaotic thoughts, stood up, picked up the safe beside her, and carefully walked out.

In the second-floor lounge, Maxim Sinclair, watching this scene, slowly furrowed his brow, "Where is she going?"

Assistant Collins, who was browsing through the rules of the competition, glanced at the screen and explained, "Due to the large number of contestants, the company that Miss Lowell is with was placed in the second group. The organizers suggested that they watch the competition from the lounge and come down when it’s their turn."

"Lots of contestants? That’s ridiculous. This year’s attendance is nearly one-third less than the last," Maxim Sinclair scoffed, turning to ask Assistant Collins next to him, "Did you find anything from what I asked you to investigate earlier?"

Just a while ago, Maxim Sinclair coincidentally saw a member of the organizing committee on the screen, who had decent relations privately with Tina Huxley’s father.

He feared the other party might make some moves, so he instructed Assistant Collins to investigate that member.

"So far, nothing useful has been found," Assistant Collins shook his head, "but someone has been tasked with keeping an eye on that side."

"You’d better be quick," Maxim Sinclair instructed, rising to walk to the balcony, "Keep an eye on the screen, and let me know if there’s any issue."

On the east side of the second-floor corridor, inside the contestants’ lounge, Summer Lowell watched the real-time footage with a blank expression.

In contrast, Assistant Fletcher, who was clearly feeling restless, turned to Summer Lowell, "Director Lowell, when I came upstairs just now, I heard other contestants mentioning that there were more participants last time, and they didn’t do this grouping thing."

"Maybe the leadership of the two competitions is different," Summer Lowell replied casually, her eyes focused intently on the screen, "Let’s watch the competition first."

"Hmm."

Another half-hour passed, and the staff knocked on the door of the room again, apologetically looking at Summer Lowell inside, "Sorry to keep you waiting, you can now proceed to the competition venue."

Summer Lowell, carrying the safe, returned to the competition venue. As soon as she stood firm, she saw Tina Huxley on the opposite side.

Tina Huxley appeared surprised too, then slightly waved to greet her.

After going through a series of procedures, under the guidance of the staff, Summer Lowell placed the competition piece in a fixed position and slowly opened the safe.

Summer Lowell suddenly froze.

Realizing something was wrong, Assistant Fletcher approached and, upon seeing the situation inside the box, also changed her expression, "This... This is impossible!"

The staff nearby, seeing their unusual expressions, walked over, "What’s the matter, Ms. Lowell?"

Coincidentally, the moment Summer Lowell’s expression changed, it was captured by the live surveillance and displayed right in front of Maxim Sinclair’s screen.

Assistant Collins, who saw this too, quickly reported to Maxim Sinclair, "President Sinclair, Miss Lowell’s expression is off, something seems wrong."

Maxim Sinclair lifted his gaze with a calm expression, "Go over and see what’s happening."

In the first-floor competition area, the staff were also stunned and quickly used their radio to call for the relevant personnel from the organizers.

Looking at the brooch split in half inside the safe, the organizer regretfully told Summer Lowell, "Ms. Lowell, with the piece damaged, by rights, it can’t participate in the competition. You see..."

Assistant Fletcher turned to look at Summer Lowell.

Summer Lowell remained silent for a long time, then looked up and said firmly, "With the piece like this, participating is a joke. We might as well withdraw directly."

The organizer sighed with regret, "We are deeply sorry for this outcome, but our competition is held every two years. Hopefully, we can see Stellart’s work again next time."

Summer Lowell forced a slight smile, "Thanks for your kind words. I’m also very sorry for being unable to participate in this competition. Sorry to trouble everyone."

Finishing her words, she placed the items back into the safe and walked out without looking back.

The commotion was noticeable enough that everyone present was curious about what happened with the contents of her box.

"Is she leaving just like that?"

Maxim Sinclair, who arrived in time, happened to block Summer Lowell’s way.