Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 180: The DNA Report—That Person Is Summer Lowell

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: The DNA Report—That Person Is Summer Lowell

Melanie Sinclair knew she couldn’t possibly win against Maxim Sinclair. After struggling for a while, she had no choice but to obediently get into the car with his two bodyguards. They drove to a suburban estate, boarded a private plane, and left Stellarion overnight without even having the chance to pack her bags.

An hour later, filled with anger and nowhere to vent it, Melanie looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling a slight, inexplicable fear creeping in.

After a moment of hesitation, she turned and asked the bodyguard, who hadn’t moved or acknowledged her since coming aboard, "You have to at least tell me where you’re taking me. No matter how much Maxim hates us, he can’t just dispose of me silently, can he?"

After asking repeatedly, the frustrated bodyguard finally replied, "According to Assistant Collins, we need to take you to the island where President Sinclair currently is."

Upon hearing they were going to that island, Melanie blinked nervously. After a brief pause, she tried to act calm and asked, "Is my brother still staying on the island?"

The bodyguard glanced at her before lapsing back into silence.

Melanie, feeling uneasy as though sitting on pins and needles, endured the silence. After disembarking, she looked around and was about to speak when a bodyguard behind her pushed her forward.

Not far ahead, Assistant Collins was in a conversation with someone. Seeing her approach, he gestured for his companion to be quiet before walking towards Melanie.

His expression and tone revealed nothing unusual, but Melanie sensed that something was amiss.

"Miss Sinclair, we apologize for the inconvenience of bringing you here overnight."

The more Melanie looked, the more she felt Assistant Collins’s smile was insincere.

Collecting her thoughts, she yawned and asked Assistant Collins, "Why drag me from Stellarion to this island in the middle of the night without even letting me pack? I know my brother isn’t in a good mood lately, so I won’t bother him. But as his assistant, can’t you at least give me a bit of an explanation?"

Assistant Collins smiled knowingly, "We understand your feelings, Miss Sinclair. It’s already very late today, so why don’t you rest at the hotel first? We have some questions for you tomorrow."

"What questions do you need me to answer?" Melanie asked, looking at him warily.

Still smiling, Assistant Collins said, "What needs to be explained depends on you, Miss Sinclair. After all, no one understands better than you what you’ve done, right?"

With that, Assistant Collins ignored Melanie’s continued questioning and turned to leave.

So Melanie was taken to a room at the hotel where Maxim was staying, specifically prepared for her by Assistant Collins.

Assistant Collins took the DNA identification report that Mr. Simon personally brought and entered the room, handing it to Maxim Sinclair, who was drinking alone by the window, before quickly retreating.

He then stood by the door, listening nervously for any sounds from inside.

Simon, also standing by the door, looked distressed, his tense blue eyes listening intently for any noise from inside.

"Collins, should we call a doctor for President Sinclair later?"

Assistant Collins pressed his fingers to his weary eyes, "Standing beside me is the doctor."

Chloe Jacobs, specially brought by Assistant Collins and whose family had been private doctors for the Sinclair family for three generations, raised a hand to Simon, shaking it, "I’ll handle things with President Sinclair. Mr. Simon, you should hurry back to question the yacht manager. Honestly, I minored in psychology in college, and today, just looking at him, I can professionally assure you that he’s hiding something."

"That’s impossible."

Simon shook his head resolutely. "I’ve had him lie-detected, and according to the equipment, he didn’t lie at all. The loss of the yacht surveillance was indeed due to his professional oversight. We’re not shirking responsibility for that. But to suggest there’s a conspiracy? That’s impossible. According to current investigations, Mrs. Sinclair’s incident genuinely appears to be an accident."

Chloe Jacobs shrugged indifferently. "If it was merely an accident, why would the gentleman inside still insist on investigating?"

Simon was left speechless for a moment then shook his head, explaining, "You can see how much Mr. Sinclair loves his wife. Such affection is rare. We’re very sorry, but all we can do is be moved by it."

Assistant Collins glanced at him displeased.

Chloe Jacobs observed the situation and waved at Simon, irritated, "I advise you to conduct more investigations. At this level, Mr. Smith might need to find a new assistant."

Simon was left embarrassed, opening his mouth to argue, but realizing he had no leg to stand on, especially after Mr. Smith had just reprimanded him about Mrs. Sinclair’s incident a few days ago.

After sending Simon off, Chloe Jacobs called an assistant over, took out two syringes, and asked Assistant Collins, who was staring at the room, "I brought a sedative and a nutritional supplement. From President Sinclair’s current state, if Old Mr. Sinclair sees him like this, I can only imagine the reprimand stack layers. Who knows, the Sinclair family might change leadership."

Assistant Collins looked at her expressionlessly, "This isn’t the time for jokes."

"Now more than ever, we must stay calm. President Sinclair has been here on the island for half a month, ignoring company matters, just to find his wife. The whole Sinclair Family knows it, and even I hear whispers about his parents’ illegitimate offspring on both sides getting restless. It’s a serious situation, and you need to advise him!"

"I want to advise him as well."

Assistant Collins looked helpless, "I never imagined President Sinclair loved Mrs. Sinclair this deeply. But the DNA comparison results are out, and the person was indeed Summer Lowell. What worries me most now is that President Sinclair will act impulsively and follow his wife."

"Then why did you dare come out? After delivering the report, stay beside him. If you don’t dare, call me in. If I see something wrong, I can save President Sinclair."

They exchanged a glance, tacitly understanding, and rushed in together.

Inside the room, Maxim Sinclair stood at the table, holding a lighter, seemingly about to burn the DNA identification report in his hand.

Assistant Collins and Chloe Jacobs stood aside, not daring to advise.

Just as the report caught fire, Maxim Sinclair extinguished it with his hand.

"There’s still a need to keep this report. I’ll never believe that person was Summer Lowell, there must be some other story here. When I uncover the truth, I’ll make them pay."

Maxim Sinclair murmured to himself, carefully tidying up the report.

After sorting the report, he looked up at Assistant Collins, on the verge of speaking, "What is it?"

"President Sinclair, as we agreed earlier, you have to undergo a physical examination every month."

Chloe Jacobs approached, "Since you’re not in Stellarion, I had to make a special trip to fulfill the agreement."