Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 184: Trying Every Means to Find Out Where Summer Lowell Is

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Trying Every Means to Find Out Where Summer Lowell Is

Assistant Collins looked at Maxim Sinclair, whose face showed an excited expression, and couldn’t help but voice his thoughts: "President Sinclair, do you suspect that person is your wife?"

"Ninety percent possibility." Maxim Sinclair tapped the chopsticks in his hand, his tone suddenly turning icy cold, "If it really is Summer Lowell, then Justin Huxley is finished. I will definitely make him wish he were dead."

...

After discussing matters with Tina Huxley and preparing to return to his room, Justin Huxley saw a faint light coming from under Summer Lowell’s door as he passed by, so he stepped forward and knocked: "Why haven’t you gone to sleep?"

Summer Lowell looked at the well-locked door, feigning a drowsy voice: "I was a bit thirsty and got up to get a drink of water."

"Get some rest early. Your friends will be visiting you tomorrow morning, so you won’t want to be too tired then."

"Okay, got it. You should rest early too." Summer Lowell turned off the lights in the room, sat by the window, and stared at the bright moon in the sky.

Finally, she could meet her friends.

Ever since she woke up, she had been facing Justin Huxley every day, learning about her past only through him.

With technology so advanced now, she had mentioned more than once about reconnecting with her old friends online.

Yet every time she was stalled by Justin Huxley’s excuse about the risk of the so-called bad person discovering her whereabouts.

This left Summer Lowell with a vague unease, feeling as though she were being controlled by him.

Justin Huxley’s need for control seemed a bit excessive.

Summer Lowell exhaled in frustration, unwilling to remain by Justin Huxley’s side any longer.

For example, tonight, she wasn’t actually sleepy at all, but to get some alone time, she intentionally pretended to be tired and hid away in her room.

The woman who introduced herself as Tina today, Summer Lowell found her gaze unsettling.

It’s as if the kindness she displayed was merely an act.

"If only I could regain my memory," Summer Lowell sighed for the countless time, "Regaining my memory would mean not being so passive like now. And that shadow in my memory, who is it?"

Early in the morning.

Charles Jenson, who had fallen asleep in the office lounge because of working late again, was sleeping soundly when Maxim Sinclair’s call woke him up.

He thought it was another business issue and hurriedly put on clothes to answer the office door.

Maxim Sinclair indeed wore an urgent expression, yet what he said had nothing to do with business.

"Have you been in contact with Vivian Sullivan recently?"

Maxim Sinclair asked abruptly upon entering.

Charles Jenson was taken aback by the question, pausing before nodding: "In contact, why President Sinclair? But my relationship with her has hit another impasse."

He dared not admit that the stalemate with Vivian Sullivan was actually due to Maxim Sinclair.

Vivian Sullivan redirected her anger onto Charles Jenson after learning about Summer Lowell’s mishap.

She believed that if Maxim Sinclair hadn’t forcibly kept Summer Lowell by his side, Summer would not have faced such events.

Ultimately, the root cause of everything was Maxim Sinclair.

She even believed no good came from those around Maxim Sinclair.

Thus, Charles Jenson, the most valued by Maxim Sinclair, also found himself blacklisted by Vivian Sullivan.

"Now, there’s something you must do, approach Vivian Sullivan, can you? I believe you’re the right person for it."

He had made it clear, and even if it seemed impossible, he had to find a way to do it!

Charles Jenson silently cursed, and then nodded: "I can do it, President Sinclair, go ahead and tell me the matter."

"Justin Huxley returned to the country last night, and he brought someone with him. But Justin Huxley is keeping that person’s identity well hidden. I’ve sent people to investigate, but the Huxley Family guards tightly, coming up with something soon might be difficult."

Charles Jenson felt confused, wondering if President Sinclair was under some stress, for he strayed further off-topic.

"I don’t care what methods you use, quickly restore your previous relationship with Vivian Sullivan, I need you to find out news about Summer Lowell from her."

Charles Jenson looked at him incredulously.

Is he still unwilling to accept the reality about Summer Lowell...

Charles Jenson could not hide his troubled eyes.

"President Sinclair, I think some matters, you’re better off facing the reality, considering..."

"Shut up!"

Maxim Sinclair’s face turned gloomy: "Summer Lowell is alive and well, Justin Huxley must be hiding her somewhere. I suspect she’s the person who returned with Justin last night. Vivian Sullivan has an unusual relationship with Summer Lowell, Summer would certainly contact her upon returning to the country."

"This..."

So the implication is for Charles Jenson to cozy up to Vivian Sullivan to extract new information.

Charles Jenson was unsure of his current emotions.

Maxim Sinclair reached out to pat his shoulder: "The task is daunting, but believe in your charm and ability, you can do it. Don’t hesitate to state any requirements, you’re single for a while anyway, if possible, why not settle down with Vivian Sullivan? I think you two quite match."

So, for his love, he would gladly sacrifice his subordinates!

What could Charles Jenson do, he could only agree.

"Alright, I’ll find a chance to ask Vivian Sullivan out, see if we can mend fences. If we can really get back together, we’ll discuss others afterward."

"Don’t wait for a chance, I think today’s quite perfect."

Maxim Sinclair promptly decided, "You’ve been quite busy lately, I’m giving you a vacation, go see her now, the sooner the better. I worry if delayed, Justin Huxley and Summer might do something irreparable."

Charles Jenson’s face resembled one suffering constipation, slowly nodding after a while: "Thank you, President Sinclair, for your consideration. I suppose I’d give myself time off then."

"Relax well, try everything, make sure to win Vivian Sullivan over."

Two hours later.

With mixed feelings, Charles Jenson arrived at Mercy Hospital, entering Vivian Sullivan’s office.

Vivian Sullivan, focused on her work, looked up and found an unwanted familiar face. Her previously cheerful face instantly soured: "This is the obstetrics department, orthopedics is across the building, you have the wrong place."

"I’m not here for orthopedics, I came to see you," Charles Jenson, lacking self-awareness, greeted her, "I learned you have the next two days off, coincidentally a spa resort I invested in just opened recently. I plan to visit the next couple days, care to join?"

"No thanks, I’m more cautious by nature, don’t dare mingle too much with people from Sinclair Group."

Vivian Sullivan said, reaching for the call bell to summon the security guards outside to take Charles Jenson away.

Charles Jenson swiftly held her hand first, grinning cheekily: "You can’t write off everyone with a single stroke, moreover, aren’t you meddling when your best friend and my boss have their grudges?"