Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 140: Maxim Openly Comes to Stellart to See Summer Lowell

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Maxim Openly Comes to Stellart to See Summer Lowell

Summer Lowell nodded and said calmly, "I know doing this will spark more speculation, but I have a clear conscience. I hope President Norris can believe in me too."

Noah looked at her, his gaze lingering.

"Alright, there’s nothing else. Go ahead and get back to work," Noah waved her off, then remembered something and reminded her in a flat tone, "For now, it’s just the branch’s higher-ups being passive-aggressive with you, but you have to be aware that it won’t be long before headquarters finds out. Those people are already dissatisfied with you, and if they find out... well, I don’t need to say more about the consequences, do I?"

Summer fell silent.

She understood what Noah meant. If headquarters found out about her lingering ties with Maxim Sinclair, they would definitely not allow her to continue serving as the branch’s design director.

Bitterly, Summer forced a smile, her face pale after a long pause: "Yes, I understand."

"Alright, since I can’t advise you any further, as long as you know what you’re doing," Noah lost his patience completely, waving her off, "You can go out now."

Back in her office, Summer sank into her chair, propping her head with both hands, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the desk.

With things having reached this point, what was she supposed to do?

As she was worrying, Assistant Fletcher knocked and entered, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Summer looked up, and after a moment’s thought, understood what that expression meant: "Maxim Sinclair is here again, isn’t he?"

Assistant Fletcher nodded and pointed towards the door: "He’s right outside our department, and he’s already gathered a crowd from other departments."

"If he wants to be watched, let him stand there," Summer, frustrated, tossed aside what she was holding, "Who let him in? Make sure to tell the reception not to let him up again if he comes back, keep him downstairs."

"I did tell the reception," Assistant Fletcher defended, "but the reception said someone brought him up."

"Who’s meddling now?" Summer immediately thought of the two higher-ups who sparred with her in Noah’s office, "Was it someone from another department?"

Assistant Fletcher shook his head: "No, it was a designer from our department, Linda. When I came over, I wanted to confront her, but she made an excuse and left. I couldn’t catch her."

"It’s fine, I’ll talk to her myself later."

Summer recalled the agreement she had seen at Varden Villa. If she really had to leave the company because of Maxim Sinclair, she would also take this troublemaker Linda down with her.

In doing so, she would also repay Noah’s protection and support.

"But Director Lowell, will leaving President Sinclair outside have a bad impact? There are still ten minutes before work ends. Why don’t you leave early and avoid the crowd, so news doesn’t spread across the entire company afterward."

"If he wants to wait, let him wait," Summer flipped through some files, "I don’t even know when I’ll be off today, let’s see how long he can wait."

Seeing the frustration in her heart, Assistant Fletcher shook his head sympathetically and continued to persuade, "Now is not the time to stand on principle."

Summer tightly gripped her pen with her right hand, remained silent for a while, then gritted her teeth and headed outside.

Assistant Fletcher followed closely, picking up her coat and purse: "Director Lowell, you forgot these."

In the central area separated by a wide corridor from the design department.

Maxim Sinclair stood with his hands behind his back, intently examining the design works on the wall.

There were people walking by, some overtly, some covertly observing him.

Maxim Sinclair paid no mind to the gazes directed towards him.

Until he noticed someone at two o’clock, and at the moment of turning, a faint smile appeared.

He saw Summer Lowell approaching, visibly angry and with a stern face, and raised a hand to wave: "Summer, I knew you wouldn’t have the heart to make me wait too long."

She laughed dryly, her face full of sarcasm: "President Sinclair’s grand visit, waiting here so patiently, if outsiders saw, they’d think something big happened to The Sinclair Group, even the top decision-maker has become so idle."

"Are you worried about me?" Maxim’s smile widened, "You still care about me after all, but don’t worry, even if something did happen to The Sinclair Group, keeping you won’t be an issue."

Maxim Sinclair spoke loudly enough for the "passersby" around them to exchange ambiguous glances.

Summer didn’t ignore their reactions, glancing at Maxim’s smug face, biting her lip in frustration, before turning to walk towards the elevator on her own.

Maxim leisurely followed, to Summer’s nearly burning gaze, slowly easing into the elevator.

"I saw some nice artwork out there earlier, all signed by you. Busy as you are, you still find time for painting?"

"I have many skills," Summer turned her face to the side, avoiding eye contact, her gaze focused on the changing elevator numbers, "I can sharpen knives too. Want a demonstration?"

"No need, I don’t have a taste for watching someone sharpen knives." Maxim touched his chin, took a step to the left, and casually draped his arm over Summer’s shoulder.

Almost the instant his arm landed, Summer moved to the corner of the elevator, glancing up at the surveillance camera with its red light, restraining an urge to slap him, and enunciated, "Even though we have that contract, I ask you to respect me."

"I don’t see how this disrespects you," Maxim retrieved his arm, amused by Summer’s avoidance, "You seem like you’re dodging a wild beast. Summer, a kind reminder— the more you resist, the more it seems like you’re playing a game of hard to get."

Summer’s face was full of helplessness: "I hope you understand, this could really affect my work. Without the contract..."

"Good thing there is a contract," Maxim chuckled, turning to look at Summer’s reflection in the elevator, "Since I started handling the Sinclair Family’s business in my teens, I’ve understood that contracts are the best things."

Summer gave a wary glance at the surveillance, deciding to speak no more.

Fortunately, the elevator ride was short, and after about ten seconds of silence, they reached the first floor.

Maxim turned to Summer: "Will you go out with me, or should I go first, while you stay in the elevator a bit longer to deceive yourself?"