Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 136: When Will You Move In With Me?

Justin Huxley walked briskly towards the car parked outside the court, opened the door, got in, started the car, and simultaneously dialed his assistant’s phone: "How’s the investigation going that I asked you to do?"

"We’re looking into it, President Huxley." The assistant dared not be careless, nor vague, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I’ll try to get the information to you tonight."

But Justin Huxley was not satisfied with this answer: "Too slow, I’ve been telling you about this task for a week now, you should’ve had an answer by now."

The assistant was at a loss for words and nervously wiped his face: "Julian Huxley has now reached a collaboration with the Sinclair Family, his backing is too strong, our people are having a tough time investigating him."

"I don’t want to hear reasons, I just want results, bring me the results I want as soon as possible." Justin Huxley finished speaking and impatiently hung up the phone.

The assistant on the other end of the phone looked at the blank screen of the phone, his facial features scrunched up with worry: "Let’s hurry up, if we’re any later, President Huxley might blow up."

After hanging up the phone, Justin Huxley turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto the winding mountain road nearby.

At this time, it was evening, on this deserted road, Justin Huxley lowered the car window, let the fierce wind blow, slammed the accelerator, and drove all the way to the top of the mountain.

Feeling troubled, he pushed open the car door, stood in the open space at the mountaintop, overlooking the bustling city below.

This place has been the object of his dreams for over a decade.

He has dreamt countless times of returning home in glory.

Now, watching victory come closer step by step...

Suddenly, Justin Huxley remembered Maxim Sinclair holding Summer Lowell in his arms today, gazing provocatively at him.

It’s been a long time since anyone has been able to make him feel this helpless and frustrated.

If he were the young self without any leverage, he might have just endured it hard.

However, fortunately, now he is no longer the isolated and penniless Justin Huxley of the past.

The more Maxim Sinclair flaunts his provocation, the more it rouses Justin’s desire to clash head-on.

After all, Maxim Sinclair has only reached this far because he was born into good circumstances, without the awkward identity of an illegitimate child.

In terms of intelligence and personal ability, Justin Huxley believes he is not inferior to him, but the reason his achievements fall far short of Maxim’s, ultimately, is his own extremely awkward identity.

But it doesn’t matter, times have changed.

It’s an era that admires strength, as long as he’s strong enough, Maxim Sinclair will eventually change his attitude towards him.

Justin Huxley raised his gaze, looking at the Sinclair Group headquarters, which was prominent in the night, making a shooting gesture with his hand: "Maxim Sinclair, let’s wait and see. Sooner or later, what I have will surpass what you have now, including Summer Lowell, she’ll surely be mine."

Inside the car.

Summer Lowell covered her nose and mouth, sneezing two or three times in succession.

Sitting on the other side, Maxim Sinclair noticed and promptly diverted his attention from the documents, instructing the driver in front: "Turn off the air conditioning."

"No need to turn it off," Summer Lowell shook her head, "I’m not cold, just my nose is a bit itchy."

Maxim Sinclair glanced at her, took off his jacket, and gently draped it over Summer Lowell.

In truth, she didn’t want to wear his jacket, nor be enveloped by his scent, but for some reason, she hesitated to act, only frowning slightly.

Sensing Summer Lowell’s cautious thoughts, Maxim Sinclair twirled a pen in his hand, not looking up, he said, "Be careful not to catch a cold, else I might have to take care of you personally."

Summer Lowell wouldn’t dare let him take care of her personally, she bit her lip and tightened his jacket.

Maxim Sinclair capped the pen and tossed both the document and pen onto the front passenger seat.

Then he turned his head with a smile and looked at Summer Lowell.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Summer Lowell unconsciously tightened the jacket, "I’ve already put on the jacket, is there anything else you’re not satisfied with?"

"I feel like..." Maxim Sinclair thoughtfully rubbed his chin, "Something’s missing."

This was being opportunistic.

Summer Lowell resisted the urge to roll her eyes, shifted her body slightly to the right, and ignored the burning gaze on the left, her eyes seriously fixated on the scenery outside the window.

"What are you nervous about?" Maxim Sinclair found her demeanor amusing, he slowly leaned sideways, "I won’t eat you in the car, look how scared you are."

Summer Lowell tried hard to remain calm: "When did I ever fear you?"

"But you’ve shown it." Maxim Sinclair cornered her with nowhere to retreat, there was barely a fist’s distance between them, his gaze amorously slid from Summer Lowell’s eyebrows to her lips, then he leaned down and kissed her.

After the kiss, Summer Lowell’s face flushed with a hint of red.

"You’ve signed the contract, becoming my Mrs. Sinclair, so when are you planning to move in and live with me?"

"Isn’t it a bit too soon to talk about this now?" Summer Lowell was somewhat shy and annoyed, not wanting to move in and live with Maxim Sinclair, "If I move to your place, I’m afraid it will affect your image, right?"

Maxim Sinclair fixed his intense gaze on her, smiling faintly, "Are you so lacking in confidence about yourself? Why think your presence would influence how the outside world perceives me?"

Summer Lowell racked her brains, struggling to contrive various reasons: "With your status and position, there are many women from prestigious families secretly plotting to marry you, right? I suddenly becoming Mrs. Sinclair might attract jealousy, and if a dispute occurs, it might negatively affect you."

"It’s okay, and I believe, in all of Stellarion, no one would dare openly trouble my wife unless they’re tired of living." Maxim Sinclair obviously didn’t see it as an issue, "If you lack a sense of security, I can assign more bodyguards by your side to ensure your safety."

At this suggestion, Summer Lowell internally chuckled.

Having Maxim Sinclair’s people protect her security, what privacy is there left?

"What are you thinking?" Maxim Sinclair reached out and touched her cheek, "Throughout this journey, I’ve spoken to you several times, and you’ve been distracted, are you missing other men?"

Sumer Lowell looked at him speechlessly: "If you don’t trust me so much, I can’t help it."

"Alright then, let’s get back to the topic, I want you to move in so I can take better care of you, so prepare early, ideally within a month."

After Maxim Sinclair finished speaking, he resumed his original position, leaning back, resting on the cushion, and closed his eyes.

Summer Lowell, who was always stubborn, certainly wouldn’t succumb to everything he said: "If I don’t move, what will you do?"

Maxim Sinclair didn’t open his eyes, chuckled casually, and said, "Director Lowell, unless you want me to carry you into the house openly."