Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 125: Summer Lowell’s Jealous Tone

"I thought you would let Justin Huxley come up."

A voice too abrupt echoed in the room. Summer Lowell looked at Maxim Sinclair, who had been sitting on the sofa for an unknown duration, and her face slowly darkened. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Why are you here again?"

"Again?"

Maxim Sinclair looked at her noncommittally, but his expression clearly showed Summer that he came whenever he wanted.

Knowing she couldn’t do anything to him, Summer didn’t bother arguing about how he got in.

Maxim looked at Summer, whose face was flushed, messy black hair falling, wrapped in a bathrobe, surrounded by a faint fragrance. He inexplicably felt his throat dry and couldn’t help but tug at his tie.

Summer sharply noticed something off in his eyes and cautiously moved to the other side of the table, trying not to provoke him: "I see you drank a lot today; you should go home and rest early, lest the world finds out that Maxim Sinclair forces himself on women."

Maxim rubbed his forehead. There were quite a few guests at tonight’s party, and indeed he had been made to drink a lot and was still feeling dizzy.

"Summer, pour me a glass of water."

"I don’t have water here; if you’re thirsty, hurry home." Summer reached out and pointed to the door. "I tolerated it the previous times and didn’t pursue it, but I won’t always be so lenient. If you dare do anything to me tonight, tomorrow I’ll make sure your scandal spreads all over Stellarion."

Afraid he didn’t believe her, Summer specifically brought up the Sinclair family banquet tonight: "I think you would also want the media reports tomorrow to only cover tonight’s Sinclair family banquet."

Maxim sneered and clapped his hands lightly: "Not bad, not bad. You’ve got some skills now, knowing how to fight back. This is the Summer I used to know."

Seeing him indifferent, Summer couldn’t help but worry. She had also drunk quite a bit tonight, her mind fuzzy, and indeed she’d have no chance confronting Maxim.

After a while, seeing her standing still, Maxim sighed lightly, got up, went to the small bar beside him, poured himself a glass of water, and drank slowly.

Summer held her breath and watched him, feeling some regret. She shouldn’t have refused Justin Huxley earlier.

At least if things really got out of hand, with Justin there, Maxim probably wouldn’t do anything.

"Are you regretting not bringing Justin Huxley up right now?" Maxim asked, loosely holding the glass and staring at Summer with penetrating eyes.

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Summer quickly turned her face away: "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Looks like I guessed right."

Maxim placed the glass aside, walked over, crossed his hands, and rested them on the sofa: "I came today to discuss two things that you’re very interested in."

"I don’t think there’s anything for us to discuss," Summer raised her hand again, pointing at the door. "Please leave now; I have a headache and want to sleep."

"Don’t you really want to know?"

A rare smile appeared on Maxim’s face, one that didn’t often appear.

Summer was naturally aware of what this smile meant. The few times she’d seen this smile before were after successful negotiations or acquiring a particularly challenging project.

And now, seeing this smile made Summer’s heart chill.

"What do you really want to say?"

Maxim didn’t immediately answer but instead casually conversed: "How’s it going at Stellart recently? Do the designers under you respect you? I checked; you’re the youngest at the Stellarion branch, which makes it hard for people to respect you!"

"That’s none of President Sinclair’s concern; it’s my own business." Summer frowned impatiently, suspecting Maxim was deliberately messing with her after getting drunk.

"Tsk tsk, I hate that tone of impatience when you talk to me," Maxim disapprovingly shook his head, "Honestly, I should be special in your eyes."

"You are special, but President Sinclair, no one in Stellarion dares to be impatient with you, including me. Let me tell you, it’s really late; if you have something to say, say it. If not, please leave so I can rest."

"That’s much better," Maxim moved to the sofa’s front and sat casually, "I’ve always told you, you need to be a bit softer in front of me to get what you want."

Maxim tapped his knee lightly, then dragged a long note asking Summer: "Your company’s work efficiency is really low. Three months have passed, and you still haven’t found the designer who maliciously leaked company secrets. Do you need me to remind you that the designer who almost cost you your job was Sheryl."

Of course, Summer hadn’t forgotten designer Sheryl. Just last week, during a break in her report, she had asked Noah about this, but Noah’s answer wasn’t optimistic.

The headquarters was still investigating, but Sheryl’s whereabouts remained unknown.

Summer looked at Maxim half-doubtfully: "You mean, you know where Sheryl is?"

"Isn’t the answer obvious?" Maxim shrugged, "So, doesn’t this make you interested in what I want to discuss?"

Summer was indeed interested in Sheryl’s whereabouts, but she wasn’t sure what Maxim was willing to tell her for whatever reason.

He was definitely going to use it as leverage.

Summer squinted her eyes, cautiously watching Maxim: "There’s no way you’d generously tell me where Sheryl is, would you?"

"Excellent, you always guess my intentions accurately," Maxim snapped his fingers and smiled. "Speaking of which, our two companies are rivals; I have no reason to help your company find a traitor, do I?"

Just as expected.

Summer sarcastically tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Go ahead, what do you want?"

"What do I want, don’t you know?" Maxim tilted his head and smiled meaningfully.

"Can we change the terms?" Summer’s mind involuntarily recalled scenes from the banquet today. "I don’t want to be a third party; Miss Tina Huxley is infatuated with you, and I don’t want to oppose her."

"Who said I..." Maxim was about to refute but quickly realized, a teasing smile appeared on his lips, "What, are you jealous?"

"Don’t misunderstand," Summer interrupted him, "I’m just asking you to offer a term I can accept."