Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 214: My Goal? I Only Want Summer Lowell

Mr. Huxley twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at Old Master Huxley, and got straight to the point, "What do you want? Just say it directly; we’re all smart people, no need to beat around the bush."

"Uncle Huxley, you’re too polite. Our Huxley and Sinclair families have been friends for generations, and you are my elder."

Maxim Sinclair shifted the conversation, revealing his purpose, "My goal is simple, I want Summer Lowell."

Seeing her suspicion confirmed, Tina Huxley gave a bitter smile.

As expected, Maxim Sinclair cared the most about Summer Lowell in the end.

After all her efforts, she worked hard only to benefit others!

At the Huxley residence, Mr. Huxley had the speakerphone on.

Old Master Huxley, having clearly heard the demand, let out a sigh of relief before showing a disdainful smile.

It seems he overestimated Maxim Sinclair. He’s just a reckless young man, getting heated over a woman and unable to discern what’s important.

"Agree to it," Old Master Huxley decided firmly.

Mr. Huxley nodded silently, thinking the same. As long as Maxim’s goal wasn’t the Huxley projects, everything could be negotiated.

"Isn’t this inappropriate? Miss Lowell is now Justin’s fiancée, about to become part of our family. President Sinclair, wouldn’t it be improper for you to step in like this?"

Mr. Huxley thought he had a hold on Maxim and began deliberately negotiating with him, considering if he could extract more advantage.

Maxim saw through his intentions instantly, sneered, hung up the phone, and signaled to the waiting police officers beside him, "It seems they are unwilling to settle this privately. Do you want to communicate with them again?"

The police officers, frustrated by being called out in the middle of the night for such matters, cursed silently and redialed Mr. Huxley’s number to handle the matter officially: "Mr. Huxley, hello, Mr. Sinclair’s meaning is clear; there is only that one demand, and it must be met. If not, we will proceed with the charge of poisoning, temporarily detaining Miss Huxley, as the evidence is conclusive."

"Young man, why are you in such a hurry! Wasn’t I just negotiating with President Sinclair? We were talking properly; why did he suddenly hang up? Give him the phone and let him talk to me."

The police were terribly annoyed with these two men, but given their high status, they couldn’t offend either. So, following Mr. Huxley’s instructions, they handed the phone back to Maxim Sinclair. "Mr. Huxley wants to continue the conversation with you."

Maxim didn’t take the phone, slightly raised his chin, and politely told the police, "There is only this one demand: either he immediately cancels Summer Lowell and Justin Huxley’s engagement and sends her over, or keeps delaying. Anyway, his daughter will be the one arrested."

Maxim didn’t lower his voice on purpose, and Mr. Huxley heard bits of what he said on the other end, making him grind his teeth in anger.

The police looked over at Tina Huxley, who was being held by officers and bodyguards, looking visibly upset, then at Maxim Sinclair, who seemed patient and unperturbed.

They shook their heads slightly, picked up the phone, and continued communicating with Mr. Huxley: "Mr. Huxley, it’s getting late. What do you intend to do? Continue delaying, and we might have to take Miss Huxley back to the station. She indeed committed the poisoning, and if Mr. Sinclair hadn’t discovered it in time, the consequences would have been irreparable."

Old Master Huxley, who had been listening, urged Mr. Huxley, "Agree to it! For Tina’s reputation, if she’s taken to the station today, the entire high society will know of this incident by morning. It would be difficult to find her a suitable husband after that."

Mrs. Huxley thought along the same lines and urged Mr. Huxley in a low voice, "Quickly agree! Our daughter is still over there. If you delay any longer, how will she face the world later? If this escalates, who would marry a girl with such methods?"

The police hung up the phone and approached Maxim Sinclair: "It’s confirmed, that Mr. Huxley agreed to your terms."

"That’s good then, thank you, officer," Maxim gestured for him to sit down, "I’ll need to trouble you a bit longer. I need to wait for them to deliver before I can sign the mediation agreement."

"Understood, understood, Mr. Huxley promised to bring her over within an hour."

"An hour?" Maxim laughed ambiguously, muttering softly, "He’s a bit too confident; he might not be able to get someone here in an hour!"

Not far away, watched by two police officers and two bodyguards, Tina Huxley looked at Maxim, sitting on the sofa, revealing a tender smile whenever Summer Lowell was mentioned, and felt a deep bitterness.

Perhaps she should really give up because no matter what she did, it seemed she couldn’t win this man!

How interesting, Summer Lowell did so many unbearable things, yet Maxim Sinclair remains infatuated with her.

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Summer Lowell opened the door, looking at Mr. and Mrs. Huxley who suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, feeling puzzled, "Uncle, Aunt, what brings you here? It’s so late, can’t it be discussed over the phone?"

Mr. Huxley gave Mrs. Huxley a look, and she instantly understood, stepping forward to hold Summer’s arm, "Good child, please help us out; Aunt really has no other choice."

Summer was startled by this reaction, feeling her hair stand on end, and stifled the urge to pull her hand back, opened the door wider, and invited them in, "Let’s talk inside, it’s quite chilly outside."

"No need, we won’t go in. Child, please change your clothes now and come with us to a place."

Alarm bells rang in Summer’s head as she held onto the door frame and asked Mrs. Huxley, "What’s going on? In the middle of the night, where are you taking me? Back to the Huxley residence?"

Mr. Huxley, losing patience, lowered his voice to chide Summer, "I told you to change quickly, and you should do it without so many questions. We won’t harm you. Didn’t you see that Tina’s mom is already begging you?"

It was precisely because Mrs. Huxley was so pleading that Summer felt uneasy.

She glanced outside at the bodyguards Mr. and Mrs. Huxley brought, pretended to cooperate, and nodded, "Alright then, wait a moment, I’ll just go."

While grabbing her coat and bag, Summer secretly sent messages to Justin Huxley and Vivian Sullivan, briefly explaining the situation.

Justin was at the company having a meeting, with his phone left in the office, so he didn’t see the message at all.

Similarly, Vivian, on duty at the hospital, was busy and didn’t have her phone nearby, missing Summer’s message.

Thus, Summer got in the Huxley’s car, which headed toward the bar she had left two hours earlier. Halfway there, Summer finally sensed something was wrong and asked Mrs. Huxley beside her, "This direction doesn’t seem to be the way back to the Huxley residence?"