Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 73: Concern from Justin Huxley

"What’s there to hesitate about?" Noah raised his voice to interrupt her, "You’ve fought for so many years to finally become the Design Director, are you really willing to just give up like this?"

Of course, she wasn’t willing.

But that’s life sometimes—what’s the use of unwillingness?

When life hits you with an iron fist, you have to accept it, whether you like it or not.

"It’s not about my willingness; it’s that they’re not willing to let me go. I can’t provoke them, but I can avoid them, can’t I?"

Summer Lowell, with a reckless abandon, spoke with a hint of teasing in her voice, "As they say, as long as there’s life, there’s hope. If I can’t stay here, I’ll just return to headquarters!"

"If we use the words of our company’s marketing manager, you’re just talking nonsense now," Noah scolded her, "This isn’t even a big deal yet, and you’re already backing out? Summer, your quick retreat disappoints me!"

Summer, who no longer cared, just smiled nonchalantly, "President Norris, you’re lucky to have such an enlightened subordinate like me. Do you know what you should do right now? You should deal with me, then pin all the undercover work from back then on me, and use this as a pledge to Maxim Sinclair for his forgiveness. Stellart’s development will only get better from there!"

Summer laughed at herself after saying this, thinking about how she struggled for two or three years, only to end up back at square one.

Noah, upon hearing this, also adopted a more serious tone, "Summer, I’ll say this one last time, I’m not the kind of person to burn bridges. The company won’t abandon you, so you better gather your spirits and come back to continue as Design Director, because a new project from headquarters is about to be issued."

Summer turned her head to look at the dazzling city fireworks outside the window, mumbling, "But the Sinclair Group headed by Maxim Sinclair is so powerful, fighting him is like an ant trying to shake a tree."

Knowing she’d been through a lot, Noah remained silent for a moment, took a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs, and then slowly said, "Summer, you’re forgetting something very important: in business, there are no permanent enemies. As long as you’re strong enough to bring benefits through partnership, Maxim Sinclair will let go of past grievances to work with you. If there’s profit, the past really doesn’t matter!"

Hearing Noah say this seemed to persuade Summer, "Hearing it like that, it does make sense!"

"It’s not a maybe; that’s really how business works. If there are benefits to be gained, Maxim might even joke about you being undercover back then."

Noah exhaled smoke, earnestly continuing to persuade Summer, "The business world is like a battlefield. What you did back then was really nothing. Maxim Sinclair has experienced so much filth behind the scenes even at his young age; you don’t need to feel guilty about that little incident."

Guilty?

Actually, she didn’t really know what her current mindset was.

Or rather, what her mindset towards Maxim Sinclair was.

She clearly didn’t have to feel guilty...

Another ten minutes later, a now-confident Summer sat up straight, energetically assuring Noah, "I’ll rest one more night and return to work tomorrow. Even though I’ve lost two S-Level projects, there are still several A-Level projects in the design department, which are also important."

Seeing her regain her previous enthusiasm, Noah sighed in relief, "Then have a good rest. If you’re still tired, take a few more days off with paid leave. I’ve heard there are some lovely places nearby; you should take the opportunity to explore, and make sure to adjust well before coming back."

"No need to adjust; I need to get back to work and quickly get past this hurdle."

"Alright, then. Do your best."

With a cheerful smile, Noah happily hung up the phone.

The next day.

Summer was in a small meeting room discussing draft designs with the designers, so engrossed in work that she didn’t notice a muted phone ringing.

During a break, she discovered that in just a short while, Justin Huxley had called her six or seven times.

Thinking it was urgent, Summer called for her assistant, quickly instructed a few things, and then returned to her office to call him back.

The phone rang once and was picked up, "Summer, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Summer replied, confused by his question, "Is there something important, senior?"

"Not really," Justin chuckled, hurrying to explain, "I called you a few times but you didn’t answer; I was a bit worried."

Touched by his concern, Summer felt a warm sentiment, "I was just in a meeting, discussing the drafts. I didn’t want to disturb everyone’s thoughts, so I always require phones to be silent in the meeting room. That’s why I didn’t hear your calls."

"I see."

On the other end, unseen by Summer, Justin had his feet resting high and crossed on an ample desk. His voice was smiling, but his eyes were icy cold, "No problem, I was just concerned. You mentioned being sick in our previous chat, so I wanted to check in on how you’re doing."

"I’m doing fine." Summer smiled sweetly, "You see, I’m back at work as usual, so it’s all good."

"Good, as long as you’re okay," Justin lightly played with the tie clasp, no hint of his inquiry, "Is Stellart that stingy, not willing to give you a few more days off?"

"It’s not that Stellart is stingy!" Summer quickly explained, "President Norris actually wanted me to rest more, but I wasn’t willing."

Justin’s eyes showed a playful glimmer, "How silly are you? Paid vacation is a good thing. You just let it go so easily?"

"The vacation isn’t important," Summer said while standing to sort through papers on her desk, "The urgent task is getting the work done well. I lost two S-Level projects, and our leader worked hard to keep me on. I can’t let down their kindness."

After saying this, Summer noticed Justin’s silence and looked at her phone in confusion, "Senior? Are you listening? Why so quiet?"

"Oh, I’m listening," Justin tossed the twisted tie clasp onto the table, "I’m just thinking, you’re working too hard. It’s worrying."

Summer bashfully chuckled, "You’re exaggerating, senior. There are many more people working harder than me." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

As she spoke, Assistant Fletcher entered and gestured.

Summer nodded in understanding, apologizing to Justin, "Sorry, senior. I have lots of work here and can’t chat long. Thanks for your concern. I’m fine, and I’ll treat you to a meal sometime."

"No worries, no worries," Justin replied briskly, "There’s always time to chat. You go and work, and I’ll treat our Chief Director Lowell to a meal later as a reward!"