Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 69: Believe It or Not

"So, in that case..." Summer Lowell paused and smiled, "It’s not entirely wrong, but I’m curious, who spread this news around?"

Assistant Fletcher didn’t quite understand Summer Lowell’s attitude at this moment: "Director, are you just going to let them throw dirt on you like that?"

Summer Lowell thought, if you want to argue, the dirt thrown on her isn’t exactly undeserved.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the others were deliberately targeting those two S-level projects under her.

Coupled with Maxim Sinclair’s determined look when he suggested Summer return to his side as a secretary, there’s a high chance that he’s behind this.

"Did you have any idea who might be talking about me behind my back?"

Assistant Fletcher nodded: "I did. It’s Ms. Sawyer from the marketing department, our company’s most notorious gossip."

"The big-mouth from marketing, Ms. Sawyer?" Summer Lowell propped her right hand on her chin, pondering, "So according to this, everyone in the company knows, huh?"

"Pretty much, as long as something goes through her mouth, it spreads through the entire company in less than half a day."

"If that’s really true...then people at the company probably won’t tolerate me any longer," Summer Lowell shook her head with a bit of distress, "Just as well since there’s no overtime today, I’ll go home tonight and contact my friends in Leonia, see if there’s a position for me there. If so, I’ll quickly pack up and resign."

"But, Director Lowell..."

Summer Lowell stood up, swiftly packed her bag and coat: "No more talking, with ten minutes left until the end of the workday, I need to leave quickly, lest I get surrounded and beaten up later."

Unable to stop her, Assistant Fletcher could only watch helplessly as Summer Lowell left.

Sinclair Group.

Assistant Collins, after hanging up the phone, pushed open the door to the gym, walked over to Maxim Sinclair amid the blasting music, and with permission, slowed the treadmill and casually turned off the room’s music.

Maxim Sinclair grabbed a towel from the nearby rack, wiped his sweat, and asked, "Is there something urgent?"

"On Miss Lowell’s side, it seems she’s running into some significant trouble."

Upon hearing this, Maxim Sinclair laughed: "Is it the Four Seasons project? That certainly is a big trouble, but my actions aligned perfectly with her assessment of me."

Assistant Collins shook his head: "It’s not about the Four Seasons project; rather, a rumor unfavorable to Miss Lowell is spreading throughout Stellart."

"What kind of rumor, and how unfavorable could it be?" Maxim Sinclair was intrigued, "Is it about who her latest crush is?"

Assistant Collins glanced at his expression and said, "The rumor at Stellart is that Miss Lowell’s two S-level projects failed because she offended someone. The rumor also states that the person is only targeting Miss Lowell, not the company."

Maxim Sinclair pressed the stop button on the treadmill, gripping the rail with his right hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. After a moment, he calmly said, "With such rumors circulating, how can she continue to stay at Stellart?"

"It seems quite difficult," Assistant Collins shook his head slowly, then shifted his tone, "But it’s not entirely impossible. If Noah is willing to support her, his words still carry significant weight, given his role as one of the partners."

"Heh," Maxim Sinclair laughed self-deprecatingly, resuming the treadmill, "I almost forgot, Summer Lowell has plenty of protective ’great brothers’ willing to help her; she doesn’t need me."

Assistant Collins discreetly fanned the air in front of him to dispel the sudden scent of jealousy: "Rest assured, President Sinclair, there are no romantic ties between Noah and Miss Lowell."

"Summer Lowell’s heart belongs entirely to the world’s best senior, she doesn’t see anyone else!" Maxim Sinclair increased the treadmill’s speed, "Alright, leave now, and don’t bother me unless it’s important."

"Understood, President Sinclair." Assistant Collins turned the music back on, the volume turned low, then left the gym, instructing the guard at the door, "Keep an eye on what’s happening inside."

Taking advantage of not having overtime, Summer Lowell ran to the hotel, packed all her belongings, and moved back to her apartment.

Since the projects couldn’t continue, there was no reason for her to remain at a hotel close to the company.

After hours of busy work until nearly nine o’clock, Summer Lowell finally finished unpacking her luggage from the hotel, feeling too exhausted to even lift her arms. Looking at the cold kitchen, she decided not to cook and ordered something to eat instead.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Seated by the window with a pillow, lost in thought, Summer Lowell quickly got up. Surprised at how fast the food delivery arrived, she hurried to the door: "Coming, coming."

Assuming it was the delivery, Summer Lowell didn’t check the peephole and directly opened the door.

At the moment the door opened, she saw who was standing there and instinctively tried to shut the door.

But Maxim Sinclair at the door was quicker. He immediately braced the door with his hand and greeted Summer Lowell inside with a smile, "Director Lowell, good evening!"

"I said I don’t want to see you again, just leave."

As Summer Lowell spoke, she pushed the door outward. Seeing this, Maxim Sinclair suddenly placed his hand in the door gap, and as the door was about to crush his arm, Summer Lowell quickly stopped, scolding him softly, "Are you crazy?"

Taking advantage of this momentary lapse, Maxim Sinclair forcefully pushed open the door, "I have something to tell you, but knowing you probably don’t want to hear it, I had to resort to this way."

Summer Lowell grabbed a nearby water bottle, stared coldly at Maxim Sinclair, "Say what you have to say and then get out."

Maxim Sinclair suppressed his anger and didn’t mind Summer Lowell’s wording: "I came to tell you, indeed, it was I who intercepted the Four Seasons project. That was my punishment for your lack of trust in me. If you still want the project, return to my side, and it will be yours. But I want to clarify, I didn’t break the brooch, nor am I behind the rumors."

After speaking, Maxim Sinclair turned to leave, but as he lifted his foot, he turned back, holding the doorframe, and told the still-reacting Summer Lowell: "Believe what you will."

"Of course, I don’t believe you!"

Summer Lowell retorted fiercely, stepping forward to slam the door shut.

Maxim Sinclair, I will never believe your nonsense.

In the following days, still reeling from the blow of the failed projects, Summer Lowell struggled to start investigating the members of the design department.

Having believed the rumors, many designers, already discontent with Summer Lowell, grew even more resentful of her being the design director.

Designer Mingyue, with her opportunity for advanced training gone, once again set her sights on the design director position.

With her deliberate actions, headquarters also learned about the rumors concerning Summer Lowell within the branch.

During another video conference with headquarters, branch vice president Noah finally learned about the rampant rumors circulating the company over the past week.

After the meeting ended, Noah called Summer Lowell to his office: "With these rumors in the company, why didn’t you speak up sooner?"

Summer Lowell chuckled bitterly, "I even find these rumors quite believable, and I’ve been waiting for headquarters to deal with me these days."

"Summer, clearly someone in the company is taking advantage of the situation, why are you taking the blame?"