Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 15: How About a Little Practice Tonight?

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: How About a Little Practice Tonight?

It’s Maxim Sinclair.

Summer Lowell let out a breath of relief, her grip on the bag loosening as she murmured softly, "Someone’s chasing... save me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she fainted on the spot.

The assistant in the passenger seat saw this and quickly pulled out his phone, not forgetting to ask Maxim Sinclair in the back seat, "Do we need to call a doctor?"

"Yes." Maxim Sinclair squeezed out the word through clenched teeth, his face clouded as he looked at the brawny man hesitating on the roadside, debating whether to approach, "Take pictures of these people and find out who they are."

"Understood." The assistant quickly agreed, giving the driver a nudge, signaling with his eyes to drive off immediately.

By the roadside, the man who had failed turned to ask Sheryl as she approached, "The target’s been intercepted, what now?"

"What else? Go after them, of course!" Sheryl shot him a sharp look.

"But," the man’s face showed hesitation, "the people in the car didn’t show their faces. We don’t know who they are. If we rashly pursue them, what if..."

"What if what?" Sheryl sneered, "Everyone who can afford to spend on this street is just an ordinary worker, no big shots, and that car didn’t look special either. Probably someone trying to play the hero. Just pursue them, and I’ll handle any issues."

Saying this, Sheryl tossed her car keys to him, "The car ahead is mine, hurry up and follow them."

Ten minutes later, at a red light.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and turned to Maxim Sinclair in the back seat, "President Sinclair, that car followed us through three intersections, matching our speed exactly. What do you think..."

Maxim Sinclair withdrew his gaze from the passed-out Summer Lowell in his arms, turning to look at the car the driver mentioned. His eyes grew colder, "Take a detour, lead that car to a secluded place, then have someone deal with it."

The assistant in the passenger seat immediately complied, quickly pressing a few buttons on his phone, "It’s all arranged, President Sinclair."

"Mm," Maxim Sinclair responded, looking down at Summer Lowell, who was obviously uncomfortable, whispering softly, "I’ve never seen a woman as oblivious as you. If you obediently returned to me, you wouldn’t be constantly plotted against."

This is all your own doing.

Early the next morning.

"It’s just about misplacing my trust in people, there’s no need for President Sinclair to worry." Summer Lowell swallowed the medicine in her mouth, frowning slightly, once again refusing Maxim Sinclair.

"What exactly has Stellart offered you that you can’t bear to leave?"

Summer Lowell looked at Maxim Sinclair with a complicated expression, "President Sinclair, I personally prefer to stay at Stellart. Thank you for your offer, but I really don’t think I’m suited to be your secretary. I simply can’t handle the position."

"Stop coming up with such useless excuses," Maxim Sinclair sneered, "If you truly didn’t have the capability, you wouldn’t have become my secretary in the first place. Besides, I’m very satisfied with your abilities. If you come back, I’ll help clear your name and ensure you won’t live a life where you’re constantly framed."

Summer Lowell, holding her water glass, looked up at Maxim Sinclair, "How can you assure me that I won’t be framed while by your side?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth, than Maxim Sinclair immediately guessed what she was thinking.

"Ha, you suspect that I commanded the drugging incidents?"

Summer Lowell lowered her head, silent. Seeing this, Maxim Sinclair’s anger flared up suddenly, "Ha ha, very good, well guessed. It’s just like how I chose you back then for your exceptional ability, Secretary Lowell."

"So... Sheryl is really your person?" Summer Lowell’s fists clenched tightly under the covers as she stared hard at Maxim Sinclair, trying to read the truth from his expression.

"What did you think?" Maxim Sinclair retorted with a cold smile, "You both went to that place yesterday. With what you know of me, do you think my appearance there was a coincidence?"

Maxim Sinclair wasn’t entirely wrong; his appearance there yesterday was no coincidence.

He had known about Sheryl’s issues long before and was also aware of what Sheryl had done to Summer Lowell behind her back.

He had intended to use Sheryl to teach Summer Lowell a lesson, to break her inexplicable arrogance, to make her realize that staying by his side was the safest place.

But when the moment came, he unexpectedly couldn’t bear it and chose to save Summer Lowell.

Looking at Summer Lowell’s face, which had changed drastically, Maxim Sinclair ignored the hidden pain in his heart and said again, "But rest assured, as long as I’m not bored, no one else will have a share of you."

Before he could finish, Summer Lowell hurled the glass in her hand at him.

Maxim Sinclair tilted his head to dodge, looking at the infuriated Summer Lowell, he said lightly, "Quite spirited, seems like the drug from last night wasn’t very effective."

"I knew it was you!" Summer Lowell expressed her hatred openly, mocking, "Besides such despicable means, you have no other tricks to deal with me, right?"

"With Secretary Lowell’s intelligence, why fall into these traps repeatedly... Could it be intentional?"

Saying this, Maxim Sinclair raised a hand to touch his lips, looking at Summer Lowell with a reminiscent gaze, "I might regret not trying it myself yesterday. After all, you were incredibly pliable under the influence, and I must admit, your taste is remarkable."

"Ha," Summer Lowell sneered, scanning Maxim Sinclair up and down with blatant eyes before clicking her tongue twice with feigned criticism, "Pity President Sinclair lacks self-awareness. Your taste isn’t much. Among the many I’ve tried, you’re the most disappointing!"

This bold lie brought Summer Lowell a moment of satisfaction, but Maxim Sinclair’s reaction immediately filled her with dread.

Watching the man approaching, she tried hard to steady her voice, "What... what do you plan to do?"

"Keep talking," Maxim Sinclair leaned closer, "Why are you silent? From Director Lowell’s tone, you’ve seen quite a few men abroad, haven’t you? Come on, keep going, let me see if I need to learn a thing or two."

Summer Lowell couldn’t figure out what he was up to, observing apprehensively, planning to flee when he was caught off guard.

With Maxine Sinclair towering over, he easily read her intention: "Thinking of running? That’s not up to you."

Seeing the silver chain Maxim Sinclair seemingly conjured from nowhere, Summer Lowell’s face finally revealed panic, "Maxim Sinclair, be reasonable. You’re a president of a public company; you can’t do something illegal."

"Hmph, Summer Lowell, I admire your adaptability," Maxim Sinclair’s voice was gentle, yet his actions were determined as he grabbed her hand, "I’ll give you time, think it over slowly."

"Think what?" With their strength so mismatched, Summer Lowell could only watch as Maxim Sinclair locked her hand with the chain, "Let me go, what exactly do you want me to think about?"

Meticulously locking the chain, Maxim Sinclair gently held Summer Lowell’s chin, speaking softly, "Didn’t you say that I can’t compare to your foreign lovers? Tell me, in what ways am I lacking compared to them? So I can practice. Or maybe, let’s do it tonight?"

The expression on Summer Lowell’s face nearly shattered, "Maxim Sinclair, are you insane?"