Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 146: I Can Resign, But My Conscience Is Clear

Summer Lowell’s eyes swept over the row of people from headquarters waiting in Noah’s office, before finally looking at Noah: "President Norris, I heard you were looking for me?"

Sitting at the forefront, Noah, who was visibly impatient, responded with a "Hmm," and gestured to the end of the sofa: "Yes, they have something to ask you, please have a seat first."

Summer sat calmly on the sofa, her spine perfectly straight.

After all, she felt she had a clear conscience.

"Whatever questions you have, feel free to ask."

"It’s reassuring that Director Lowell is willing to cooperate." A blond, blue-eyed man in a deep blue suit stood up and pushed the documents in front of him towards Summer, "Could you please explain these photos, Director Lowell?"

Summer glanced down at the table full of newly printed photos, and in them were none other than her and Maxim Sinclair.

She picked up the photos, carefully examining each one: "Before I answer your questions, could you explain where these photos came from?"

A man closest to her couldn’t help but speak up: "Someone anonymously reported these to the company email, with the sender ID triple-encrypted. We’re still trying to find out who it was."

"Who’s behind the email doesn’t matter." Musk, clearly the leader of this group, looked at Summer with displeasure, "What’s important is that these photos haven’t been altered. So they are factual, correct?"

"The photos are indeed real." Faced with the facts, Summer could not deny it.

"So you’re saying, Director Lowell, that you truly still have contact with Maxim Sinclair? Even privately making deals with him for personal gain?"

Summer’s expression turned cold, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Musk, her words icy: "I only said I have contact with him, but never said I made private deals. Given Sinclair Group’s influence in Stellarion and domestically, having contact with him is normal. After all, Stellart is here to do business, getting into a conflict with Sinclair Group wouldn’t help us at all."

"The company’s strategic development is not something, Director Lowell, that you should be concerned with." Musk waved to cut off Summer’s words, staring at her with a cold, serpentine glare, "You’ve been appointed as the Director of Design at the Stellarion branch for nearly six months, during which there was one instance of a design leak, two of project interception, and one of major project plan and data leaks. How do you explain these?"

Summer remained composed: "The main suspect in the design leak is Sheryl, which I have already reported to headquarters. The other two project losses occurred because the subsidiary wasn’t strong enough to compete with Sinclair Group."

Everyone else in the room, except Noah, showed displeasure.

Summer paid no attention, continuing to speak unperturbed: "As for the last incident you’re mentioning, I’m not aware of anything."

"All clues point to you, how do you explain that?"

The only woman among the headquarters group threw a document in front of Summer, "And these, the company conducted an anonymous internal survey, and these are against you remaining as director, some even demanding your immediate dismissal."

Summer looked at the document thrown in front of her, then at the angry gazes directed her way, before unconsciously letting out a laugh.

Seeing her laugh, the people from headquarters looked even more displeased.

Musk furrowed his brow, impatiently turning to look at Noah: "Are you sure you want to go against the company’s partners and shareholders to protect someone so riddled with suspicion, who might continue to harm the company?"

Noah, who had been disturbed since last night and still hadn’t found peace, wearily pinched his brow, shaking his head at Summer, who sat at the end of the sofa like a porcupine: "Director Lowell, please explain to them properly what’s going on; otherwise, I can’t help you."

"There’s nothing to explain, as this matter has nothing to do with me. I also understand why you all insist on blaming me."

Upon hearing this, Musk’s face darkened, coldly staring at Summer: "What do you mean by that?"

Summer shook her head, firming her resolve: "If it hadn’t been for your deliberate scheme to deceive me, a fresh graduate, I wouldn’t have foolishly engaged in illegal activities like going undercover at Sinclair Group to steal confidential documents."

The expressions of the few people from headquarters faltered, especially Musk, the secretary to the major partner.

Summer’s eyes were glued to Musk: "Does the boss still remember the promises made back then? You’re quite adept at painting rosy pictures, but after success, you see me as a nuisance and plan to discard me?"

Musk kept a steady face: "Director Lowell, please mind your language."

"These are facts, or do you dislike hearing the harsh truth?" Summer scoffed, "An anonymous survey, messages, just a group trying to use their connections to replace me."

Noah, resting his chin on his hand, stared idly at the carpet, ignoring the gaze Musk shot his way.

Summer’s gaze was fixated on Musk, who had nowhere to hide, forcing him to face her directly: "The company has already been more than fair to you. Now we’re just asking you to prove your innocence. As long as you can prove it, the position of design director will still be yours." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"How am I supposed to prove something I didn’t do? It’s ridiculous!" Summer laughed in exasperation, then shook her head in complex emotions, "Knowing this would happen, I shouldn’t have believed your lies and done something illegal."

Another assistant from headquarters, with a mixed-race appearance, who had remained silent, placed a gentle smile on his face and set a cup of coffee in front of Summer: "Director Lowell, did President Sinclair say something to make you feel like the company deceived you and thus hastily made a deal with him?"

Summer looked at him with a cold gaze: "No, you’re mistaken. Maxim Sinclair has always resented my undercover actions to steal confidential information. He’s deliberately targeting and tormenting me. My current situation is entirely because of the deception from your side."

The legal assistant smiled and nudged the coffee closer to her: "Director Lowell, you seem a bit agitated. I hope you can calm down. We can discuss whatever issues there are."

"Is this what you call discussing?" Summer found it all amusing, "Isn’t it obvious you just want to pin all the blame on me?"