Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 236: It Seems You’ve Been Living Well Beside Maxim Sinclair

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: It Seems You’ve Been Living Well Beside Maxim Sinclair

"I hate myself for not being able to protect you."

A heap of photos lay in front of Justin Huxley, and the one he held in his hand showed a man and a woman embracing in a garden. The woman in the photo was Summer Lowell, the same one Maxim Sinclair had deliberately pulled into his arms the day before yesterday, holding her tightly for a long time.

"I’m just a bit disappointed," Summer said, noticing a file labeled Justin Huxley on a bookshelf not far away. She hesitated for a moment, then got up, walked over, took the file, and opened it, "Senior, I’ve waited for you here for a long time in this unfamiliar place, but you never even called..."

Am I blaming myself here?

Justin Huxley found it amusing, as he picked through the photos sent by a private detective, which secretly captured Summer at Varden Villa. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Just from the photos, it was really impossible to tell how lost and helpless Summer felt with Maxim Sinclair.

On the contrary, she seemed quite at ease there; her complexion even looked much rosier.

It seemed that Summer had regained her memory and was playing tricks on him.

Naughty girl. She had become less adorable after spending so much time with Maxim Sinclair.

"I indeed neglected you earlier, being caught up with work and not contacting you promptly," Justin Huxley said, gently tapping the photo with the intimate duo, "Rest assured, I’ll find a way to rescue you."

If it were the Summer who hadn’t recovered her memory, she would have been very happy to hear these words.

But now, she found it rather amusing.

Justin Huxley finished speaking and patiently waited for Summer’s reaction over the phone.

After pondering for a moment, Summer spoke again, her voice intentionally laced with a tearful tone: "Okay, I’ll wait for you."

Hearing this, Justin Huxley instantly doubted his previous judgment.

Could he have guessed wrong?

Had Summer not regained her memory?

Justin Huxley quelled the various speculations in his mind: "By the way, Summer, there’s one more thing..."

Beep beep beep~

"What’s going on?" Summer looked at the mysteriously blacked-out phone, "I must’ve forgotten to charge it."

Sinclair Group.

On the top floor, in the CEO’s office.

Assistant Collins hung up the phone and walked over: "President Sinclair, it’s arranged. Justin Huxley won’t have time to call Mrs. anymore."

Maxim Sinclair nodded: "He’s been sailing too smoothly for too long. Let’s give him some work, keep him from being so idle. Aside from this matter, don’t hold back with Tina Huxley; proceed with the lawsuit harshly."

Assistant Collins noted down his instructions: "That’s already been arranged. Also, should we give a warning to Tina Huxley’s father? Letting him know about Justin Huxley’s ulterior motives could effectively weaken his current influence and prevent him from causing trouble again."

"Not only should we avoid warning him," Maxim Sinclair looked up at Assistant Collins, "ensure everyone’s discreet when moving things behind the scenes. When necessary, help cover up for Justin Huxley to prevent Tina Huxley’s father from discovering his ambitions and appetites."

"You’re planning to use others to deal with him?"

Assistant Collins’ eyes lit up.

Maxim Sinclair nodded slightly, "I’ve understood Justin Huxley well since he was a child, knowing he isn’t an easy character. Since Tina Huxley’s father dares to bring a wolf into his house, I’ll use this wolf to teach the Huxley Family a lesson."

The Huxley Family had overreached; the elder coveted his industry, and the younger disrupted his peace.

Every single issue was intolerable for Maxim Sinclair.

Assistant Collins knew this time the Huxley Family had thoroughly enraged Maxim Sinclair.

Having provoked Maxim Sinclair to this extent, it seemed the Huxley Family was not far from fragmentation, devoured by other families.

After slightly charging her phone, Summer stood there, troubled about whether to call Justin back.

She hesitated for over twenty minutes, and when she finally dialed again, a voice unfamiliar yet very gentle answered.

According to the man, he was Justin Huxley’s secretary, and Justin had just been called to a board meeting, asking Summer to leave a message if she had anything to say.

Hearing this, Summer actually felt relieved; she wasn’t keen on facing Justin right now.

Not being able to reach him was just perfect.

Summer casually exchanged a few words and ended the call with the assistant on the other end.

Afterward, she focused on her painting, not noticing the villa’s gate opening.

Idle, the butler, chatting with the gardener, noticed that it was Maxim Sinclair driving in. The gardener looked twice in the same direction and teased with a smile, "The Young Master is really attentive to the Young Madam. I’ve worked at the Sinclair Family for so many years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him so attached to his home."

The butler also chuckled, "Indeed, now it feels like a home!"

Upon getting out of the car, Maxim Sinclair looked toward the garden. Seeing no sign of Summer, he came over to ask the butler, "Where’s Summer?"

"Madam is painting in the study, saying the sun outside is too hot and uncomfortable today."

"I see," Maxim Sinclair nodded, took a few steps forward and then turned back, "Have the bodyguards watch the surroundings, and also inquire if there are any suspicious neighbors around here."

The butler responded solemnly to this, "I’ll arrange for someone to handle it right away."

Maxim Sinclair went upstairs and found Summer standing in front of her painting, lost in thought in the study: "How do you feel about the studio I prepared for you?"

Summer looked up abruptly, surprised to see Maxim Sinclair there, and asked involuntarily, "Why are you back so soon?"

"Your reaction isn’t very welcoming!" Maxim Sinclair walked over to Summer, glanced at the painting beside her, "Today’s painting looks good, seems you put your heart into it, not like the other day when your mind was clearly elsewhere."

"Do you know anything about painting?" Summer’s expression remained indifferent, avoiding further discussion on whether she expected him at home.

Maxim Sinclair saw through her little thoughts, didn’t point it out, and tapped on a few flaws in the painting, giving his opinions, then added, "There’s a lot I know. You have plenty of time to understand me gradually."

The ambiguous remark left Summer at a loss for words.

"Are you back for some documents? I think it’s not ideal to have the studio and study combined. You’re the chairman of a listed company with so many confidential files here, and I do have a record."

"Indeed, there are many confidential files in my study," Maxim Sinclair said, even walking over to the desk to introduce them to Summer, "Any of these documents on the cabinet, especially these three folders, could be substantial help for your senior."

"So, did you put the studio in your study to test me?" Summer continued painting as she conversed with Maxim Sinclair behind her without even glancing at the three folders.

"I’ve never thought of it that way," Maxim Sinclair set down his things and walked over, "Just teasing you a bit, don’t be mad, okay?"