Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 68: Maxim Sinclair’s Unyielding Determination

Summer Lowell felt like she was in an ice cellar and took a long time to find her voice: "President Norris, are you joking with me? This news can’t be true, right?"

"Given the current situation, do you think I have the leisure to joke with you?" Noah’s tone grew even more serious. "Summer, this makes Stellart lose two S-level projects under your watch."

Fully aware of this fact, Summer uttered a soft "mm" and fell into a long silence.

Over the phone, Noah couldn’t help but feel worried when she didn’t respond for a while: "Summer? How are you now?"

"I’m okay," Summer gave a bitter laugh, "just a bit troubled, not knowing how to explain to those colleagues who’ve been working themselves to the bone."

Noah sighed as well: "Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. No one wanted things to turn out like this. You just had a bit of bad luck; this wasn’t your fault."

"President Norris, you don’t have to comfort me. It’s my fault I let you down. From the moment I became the director, you’ve supported and protected me, yet in the end, I’ve made you lose face this way. I’m truly sorry."

Summer rubbed her eyes weakly.

"You don’t need to say this to me," Noah interrupted her. "Things aren’t at their worst yet. Buck up, the most important thing now is to find out who damaged the competition entry. First, there was a leak of drafts, then the entry was sabotaged. If not thoroughly investigated, who knows what might happen next?"

Summer thought of the smug look Linda had when she left earlier, sighed silently, and tried to perk up: "I understand you, I’ll start investigating all suspicious personnel now, and catch the culprit before Stellart Headquarters runs out of patience."

"Mm, just take action. I’ll handle the pressure from headquarters. I’ve seen your hard work these days, and I believe you’re innocent. I trust you genuinely want Stellart to secure these two projects."

Listening to Noah’s words, Summer’s eyes couldn’t help but redden: "President Norris, with your words, I will definitely catch the culprit behind the disruptions."

...

Maxim Sinclair, rare at leisure, was watering his rows of potted plants in the lounge with a spray bottle.

Assistant Collins, holding a tablet while sending and receiving messages, suddenly spoke: "President Sinclair, we’ve just received news that after Noah found out Stellart’s Four Seasons project was seized by our exceptional means, he didn’t have much reaction but instead started investigating all the designers in the design department."

"Those designers certainly should be checked," Maxim flicked the green leaves adorned with sparkling water drops, casually said. "First, there’s the leaked drafts, then the malicious damage to the competition entry. If these issues reach headquarters, the one to be held accountable isn’t Summer, but the vice president of their branch company."

"But Miss Lowell might also find it hard to absolve herself from blame, especially since the people at Stellart Headquarters aren’t very satisfied with her." Assistant Collins sighed with emotion.

Maxim chuckled, then raised his head to ask Assistant Collins: "What do you think is going on in Summer Lowell’s mind? Back when she was by my side, she endured humiliation for a year just to contribute to Stellart. Yet now look, Stellart doesn’t consider her as one of their own, constantly trying to push her out from her position as design director."

"Miss Lowell might be a bit muddled. But from what I see, President Norris seems to value Miss Lowell very much. Despite all these incidents, he hasn’t given up on her, but rather keeps defending her."

Assistant Collins regretted his words the moment they were out, noticing Maxim Sinclair’s eyes suddenly darkening.

Maxim patted his spray bottle emphatically: "If you hadn’t reminded me, I almost forgot. Summer Lowell seems to have quite the romantic luck. She had her heart stirred by Senior En during her youth, and now in her career, a mixed-blood leader fiercely protects her."

Detecting something amiss in his tone, Assistant Collins hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, President, the finance department called earlier saying that if we insist on snatching the Four Seasons project, it might affect this year’s profits, since it’s not a small project. Even if captured by our company, it’s still an S-level project."

"Find a way to maximize profits. My demands stand here; we must seize the Four Seasons project," Maxim replied with no intent to change his decision.

Seeing his unwillingness to change his mind, Assistant Collins helplessly touched his nose: "The project is now part of our Sinclair Group, but there’s still room for maneuver. The finance department wants to know if you might reconsider?"

"There’s no need for any reconsideration for me," Maxim impatiently shook his head, "Since the project has been seized, proceed vigorously with it, we can’t give it any chance of being snatched back by Stellart."

[The project is certainly ours, but your Mrs. Sinclair might not be reclaimable.]

Assistant Collins quietly grumbled internally, yet dared not reveal it outwardly: "Okay, President Sinclair, I’ll inform the finance department."

In the evening, nearing the end of the workday, Summer Lowell finished reading the last document on hand, signed, and set it aside. She then pressed the internal line to call in Assistant Fletcher from outside.

As soon as Assistant Fletcher entered, Summer noticed something off about her: "What’s with that expression? Did you get into another argument outside?"

"I didn’t argue." Assistant Fletcher shook her head, hesitated for a while before speaking, "It’s just, I overheard some infuriating words in the bathroom earlier."

"What you mean... What you heard earlier is related to me, right?" Summer became interested, took up a nearby cup, and smiled at Assistant Fletcher. "I don’t have anything else on hand now, and there’s less than half an hour before we finish work. Tell me what you heard in the bathroom earlier."

"Nothing much, just some messy gossip." Assistant Fletcher was reluctant, started organizing the documents beside Summer, "These documents to be sent to President Norris’s office?"

"No hurry," Summer placed her hand atop the documents, "First, tell me what you heard? Truth be told, I’m fretting over how to explain to them. Everyone’s fought tooth-and-nail for so long, yet the two most crucial S-level projects are now cold, it’s hard to explain."

Summer spoke with a smile, but Assistant Fletcher’s expression was worse than crying: "They said... said you offended people you shouldn’t have, which is why you’re being targeted. That the company is being dragged down by you, everyone’s being dragged down by you."