Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 92: Soothe Your Own Wife

"Even if I have the ability to do it," Maxim Sinclair’s face darkened as he looked down at Summer Lowell, "that doesn’t mean I’ll resort to such underhanded tactics."

Summer lightly bit her lip and muttered to herself, "I remember when I was still working by your side, you said that as long as you could achieve a satisfactory result, you’d stop at nothing."

Maxim, seething, looked at her with a wry smile: "Your memory’s not bad."

Seeing that he didn’t intend to refute her words, Summer finally broke: "I don’t want to see you, just leave."

"Are you sure?" Maxim dismissed an incoming call from his assistant, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Take care of yourself and recover. Once you’re better, I’ll take you to see Ms. Venus. That way, you won’t struggle to find her if you want to complain."

His nonchalant attitude made Summer feel provoked: "Maxim Sinclair, I’ll definitely drag out the real culprit. You just wait."

Losing the last bit of patience, Maxim suddenly leaned forward, pinning her on the bed, "Summer, I find that you’re becoming more brazen in front of me."

Caught off guard, Summer gripped the bedsheet beneath her, meeting Maxim’s gaze unavoidably: "What do you want?"

Maxim detected a faint tremor in her icy tone, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This little fox, always baring her teeth but cowering the moment you got close.

Worried that Maxim might try something reckless, Summer reached out with her right hand, turning to press the bell, forgetting in her panic that her ankle was still injured, inadvertently pulling at it again.

The pain made her draw in a sharp breath.

Fearing she might aggravate her foot injury, Maxim quickly stepped back: "Just focus on recovering, and once you’re better, go complain to Venus."

With that, he turned and left the room.

Outside, by the nurse’s station, Assistant Collins was chatting with a nurse, casually inquiring about Summer’s condition.

Seeing Maxim come out with a sullen face, Assistant Collins thought something was amiss and hurriedly approached: "President Sinclair, where are you headed?"

"Going home to sleep."

Maxim strode to the elevator, with Assistant Collins following closely, pressing the elevator button while sneakily gauging Maxim’s expression in the reflection of the elevator door.

Hmm, the conversation in the room probably didn’t go well.

It was already close to midnight, and there weren’t many people taking the elevator, so it quickly arrived on their floor.

Assistant Collins followed Maxim into the elevator. After selecting the floor, he stared at the changing numbers above, contemplating whether to mention Summer’s condition.

Maybe I should just say it?

After all, this was the first time he’d seen Maxim driving through the night to visit someone in the hospital.

"President Sinclair?" Assistant Collins tentatively began.

"Hmm?" Maxim turned his head to look at him, "What do you want to say?"

"It’s nothing," Assistant Collins chuckled awkwardly, "I chatted with the nurse at the station earlier. She said Miss Lowell’s foot injury isn’t severe; she should recover in about a week."

Maxim didn’t respond.

The elevator was filled with an awkward silence.

Assistant Collins rubbed his nose, pondering whether to speak again: "Miss Lowell merely twisted her ankle, maybe because her shoes were too high for her dress tonight. Not resting after might have worsened it, but as long as the bone’s not harmed, she’ll recover quickly."

Maxim still said nothing.

With nothing left to say, Assistant Collins’ mind raced.

It didn’t add up!

Racing here late at night without even a jacket, just because he heard Summer was hospitalized.

Being this concerned, his cold reaction didn’t make sense!

Truly perplexing!

With a head full of questions, Assistant Collins stifled a long yawn.

Luckily, tomorrow’s Saturday—no work, so he could catch up on sleep.

He had been monitoring the situation at Clearwater Manor till late at night and was now running back to the hospital, truly a bit weary.

In no time, the elevator reached the ground floor, and Maxim stepped out, heading for a car parked outside.

Assistant Collins stood still momentarily before deciding to catch up.

Experience told him Maxim might have further instructions.

In the elevator, he’d been so silent, probably still fuming from Miss Lowell’s remarks.

Indeed, President Sinclair was helpless when it came to Miss Lowell.

No choice, you have to placate your own wife.

But knowing him, tonight’s matter wouldn’t end here.

Sure enough, Maxim opened the car door, resting his arm casually on it before gesturing to the approaching Assistant Collins: "Come here, you’re off tomorrow, right?"

Assistant Collins nodded: "If needed, I can work overtime."

"It’s not exactly overtime," Maxim rubbed his fingers lightly, "you take your rest, but there’s something you need to handle."

"Yes, President Sinclair."

"Did you get the footage from Clearwater Manor?"

"I got it this morning," Assistant Collins revealed a USB drive, "I managed the security for this event at Clearwater Manor and ensured all footage related to Miss Lowell was backed up promptly."

"That’s good," Maxim nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "Do you have the attendee list for the Clearwater Manor event?"

"I do," Assistant Collins produced his phone, calling up an electronic list, handing it to Maxim, "It’s all here."

Maxim took the phone, scrolling through quickly. Suddenly, he paused, scrolling back slightly: "The Huxley Family attended this event too?"

"Yes, President Sinclair, you forgot? Ms. Venus is personally close to the second wife of the Huxley Family, and Tina Huxley often played around Ms. Venus as a child. It’s natural she’d attend this soiree." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"No, Tina attending is odd," Maxim slowly shook his head, "during the day, she called to invite me to dinner. If she had intended to attend this event long ago, she wouldn’t have asked me to dinner."

Assistant Collins considered this, finding his point valid but opted to cautiously defend from Tina’s perspective: "Maybe Miss Huxley joined the event because you declined her invitation? But to be safe, should we look into Miss Huxley?"

"Of course we need to check on her. Instruct the security team to copy all recordings of Tina Huxley and send them to you. Check if anything’s suspicious, and report immediately."

"Alright, President Sinclair, I’ll inform the security team right away."

Maxim nodded: "It’s getting late. After you send the message, rest. You can review the footage tomorrow, no rush, even if something’s discovered, for now, just compile the evidence."