Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 199: It’s Just Losing a Project

"Summer Lowell is still at the hospital. I heard it might take a few days for her to return. The doctor is worried she might fall into a coma again and wants to observe her for two more days."

"Her sudden coma was indeed alarming. For safety’s sake, let her stay in the hospital for two more days."

Justin Huxley didn’t think much of it. In any case, he would be returning in a couple of days.

Besides, he had already instructed Vivian Sullivan over the phone.

With Vivian, who despised Maxim Sinclair, taking care of the amnesiac Summer, there was nothing to worry about.

"Brother, when are you coming back? You’ve only been gone a few days, and Summer is already getting close to Maxim Sinclair again. If you stay away for a few more days, who knows how high the horns on your head might grow by the time you return!"

Justin glanced at the assistant signaling to him from a distance, suppressing his irritation while speaking to Tina Huxley on the other end, "I think you just have a prejudice against your sister-in-law. Don’t worry, she won’t steal your Maxim Sinclair. I have important matters here; we’ll talk later."

"When are you coming back exactly? She’s in the hospital now, and the doctor taking care of her is Maxim Sinclair’s private doctor. If that doctor uses any medicine that helps restore her memory, it might be too late by the time you return."

Tina’s voice was icy cold as she reminded him.

Justin, who had been busy competing for projects and hadn’t had time to think about anything else, finally realized this potential risk.

"I know. I’ll handle things here as quickly as I can and head back. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now since I have another client to deal with."

Listening to Justin’s change in tone over the phone, Tina smiled with satisfaction, hung up, and continued applying her face mask in front of the mirror.

Finally, she remarked.

"Summer Lowell, you want to snatch a wealthy husband? I’ll make sure your reputation is tarnished throughout Stellarion’s high society, leaving you with nothing but a shameful return to Leonia."

...

At ten in the morning, Assistant Collins jogged to the president’s office door. The secretary, who had just stepped out, stopped him with a gesture: "Be careful, this isn’t the first time you’ve slipped over here."

Assistant Collins steadied himself with the secretary’s help and nodded toward the office door: "President Sinclair is inside, right?"

"He is, and as usual, his mood is quite low. I was reporting work just now; halfway through, he looked up at me, and I was so scared that I almost forgot what I was supposed to say next." The secretary patted his chest, still shaken, and shook his head, "I really admire you for staying by his side for so long. I don’t know how you managed it."

Thinking about the news he had just received, Assistant Collins patted the secretary’s shoulder in shared sympathy: "I have some particularly bad news to report to President Sinclair, better brace yourself, as it might make him even more unhappy."

The secretary’s face instantly turned sour like a bitter melon: "Can’t you deliver some good news to cheer up President Sinclair? When he’s happy, we can all have better days!"

"I’d like to, but that’s not for me to decide." Using the reflection from the nearby marble, Assistant Collins straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and looked at the secretary beside him as if marching to his doom, "Pray for me; I’m going in to face the storm."

"I’ll pray for you in spirit."

When Assistant Collins reached the desk, Maxim Sinclair held a black object in his hand, seemingly toying with it.

"What’s going on? You look grim; I bet it’s bad news."

Assistant Collins nodded solemnly: "The latest news is that Justin Huxley spent three days going all out and managed to secure a cooperation with President Grant of Aevum Group. They’ve decided to hand over the project to the Huxley Group."

"Not unexpected. From the day you said he got in with Aevum Group’s VP, or rather from the moment I learned he rushed to Cantova early in the morning, leaving Summer just after their engagement, I knew he was aiming for The Bluegate Project."

"But we’re also very invested in this project," Assistant Collins reminded Maxim, who had lately been more interested in affairs of the heart than business, of the hard-to-please shareholders, "If we let the project slip away so easily, the shareholders won’t agree."

Maxim chuckled: "Every year, they get hefty dividends, yet I’ve never heard one genuine word of thanks. Losing a project, so what?"

His reaction left Assistant Collins momentarily unsure of his true feelings.

"So, do we still pursue this project?"

Maxim placed the black, ring-like object he was fiddling with into a drawer, closed it, and looked up at Assistant Collins: "What exact information do you have? Did Aevum Group say for sure they’d give The Bluegate Project to the Huxley Group?"

"Actually, no," Assistant Collins shook his head, "If Aevum Group had decided to give the project to the Huxley Group, the Huxley Family would have made a public statement. No contract has been signed yet; this probably leaves some room."

Just as he finished speaking, Maxim’s phone beeped.

Maxim picked it up and smiled: "Sometimes, your mouth is like a prophecy."

"What is it?" Assistant Collins was confused, with a vague sense of foreboding.

"Just a minute ago, the Huxley Group and Aevum Group jointly announced their cooperation on The Bluegate Project," Maxim tossed the phone to Assistant Collins, "Now it’s confirmed, these two have indeed started working together."

Assistant Collins, holding the phone, quickly skimmed the lengthy article, then gingerly placed the phone back where it was: "What should we do next, President Sinclair?"

"Continue to stand by. If the project gets snatched, it gets snatched. Justin Huxley probably won’t stop at just this one project. He’ll make more moves soon. Give a heads-up to all the company heads to stay alert. It’s normal for business to be taken away, but I don’t want it happening again."

"Understood. I’ll send a mass email later to inform the heads of each subsidiary. But President Sinclair, are we just going to let this go? The shareholders’ meeting is next Monday, and losing this project will certainly cause a lot of dissatisfaction."

"Get on with what you just agreed to do first." Maxim shifted in his chair, put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and prepared to continue working.

Assistant Collins nodded silently and left the office quietly.

Outside the office, the secretary, who had been listening to the proceedings, immediately approached as Assistant Collins emerged: "Was the bad news you mentioned related to The Bluegate Project?"

"How did you get news so quickly?" The secretary held up her phone: "The company’s group chat is buzzing; people involved have started complaining."