Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever

Chapter 287: Summer Lowell, Shall We Settle Our Score?

"I’m just casually checking the news, it’s not like I’m deliberately following him."

Summer Lowell didn’t even dare to admit that she was indeed curious about what was really going on with the Huxley Family.

Maxim Sinclair smiled ambiguously as he patted Summer on the shoulder. He turned around, grabbed a set of cutlery from the kitchen, and sat across from her, "What a coincidence, I was so busy at noon that I haven’t even had lunch yet, let’s eat together."

"You eat, I’m already full."

Summer put down her chopsticks, preparing to leave the dining room.

Maxim returned just now and witnessed her watching news about Justin Huxley. If she actually stayed to eat with him, who knows what might happen later.

He certainly wasn’t one to spare her with his words.

"Feeling guilty? I just sat down, and you’re leaving." Maxim watched as Summer walked away without a backward glance, his expression growing darker.

A passing maid witnessed the scene and made a point to find the butler in the back garden to inform him of it.

The butler shook his head and continued with his duties.

The affairs of the Young Master and Young Madam were beyond him and impossible to manage.

But at this rate, it seems... the previous situation might recur several times.

Young people today have such unpredictable ways of dating, no one really knows what they’re thinking.

Back in the dining room, Maxim took just two bites before losing his appetite. He asked for a glass of ice water, sipping slowly while pondering.

Summer’s current reaction seemed... very concerned about Justin Huxley?

That wasn’t what he wanted to see.

Half an hour later, Maxim called Assistant Collins, "I’ve changed my mind. Continue dealing with the Huxley Family, and collaborate with several companies also interested in this piece of the pie. We’ll all profit together."

Just after advising Matthew and about to spend a leisurely time drinking with him, Assistant Collins looked skyward in exasperation for two minutes before answering decisively, "Alright, President Sinclair, I’ll inform them now."

"Hmm, I appreciate your hard work. Tell them, if things go well, everyone’s quarterly bonuses will triple."

"Understood, I will convey the message."

Upon hearing about bonuses, Assistant Collins shrugged off his previous listlessness and assured him loudly.

That evening, ignoring Summer’s protests, Maxim dragged her into his study and showed her the video of Justin Huxley being accused and even insulted by the directors at the company during the day.

Summer watched the video, then looked at Maxim with an inexplicable expression, "Why are you showing me this?"

"To show you how useless your dear senior is, and to remind you to be cautious of him. A cornered dog will jump over a wall, and now in his hands, the Huxley Family is as good as bankrupt. He’s being called out openly by everyone in the Huxley Family!"

Maxim said as he eagerly poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Summer, "Care to celebrate?"

"What’s it got to do with me? What’s there to celebrate?" Summer understood what he meant but couldn’t be bothered to argue. She took the glass, walked to the window, and gazed at the scenery outside, "If you’re that worried, you could just make this place off-limits for me, so you don’t have to worry about me leaking your confidential information to Justin Huxley."

"That’s nothing to worry about," Maxim came to her side, "Now everything is set in stone, even if Justin could get confidential information from you, it wouldn’t affect me."

If that’s the case, what brings him home in a frenzy?

Maxim embraced her from behind, "Are you very curious about Justin’s current situation? Let me tell you, all the businesses he snatched from me, I’ve tampered with them."

"Like what?"

"For example, the Bluegate Project he treasures most is already torpedoed. The other party would rather pay a huge penalty than continue the cooperation, tsk tsk, I introduced them to a formidable legal team that can drag the penalty issue until Omni Group goes bankrupt."

Maxim clinked his glass against Summer’s, "Do you know why I wanted to delay the penalty? Because another partner of Justin’s, under my direction, is delaying the payment for goods, forcing Justin to use public funds to fill the gap."

Speaking of which, Maxim tutted twice, "It’s a pity those in the Huxley Family vying for power haven’t discovered his misappropriation of public funds yet. Otherwise, it would be even more lively."

Through the glass, Summer glanced at him, "So when do you plan to remind those people in the Huxley Family?"

"You know me so well?" Maxim laughed, "Look at the time, by now Tina Huxley and Julian Huxley, the ones most capable of challenging Justin, should have received the news. Tomorrow it will be lively."

Just from his tone, it sent shivers down one’s back.

"Why sudden silence?"

Maxim gently stroked Summer’s cheek, "Worried about your dear senior?"

"I’m just thinking about how far you’ll go, what’s your ultimate goal?"

"Of course, to swallow Omni Group whole," Maxim said, staring straight into Summer’s reflection in the glass, "Didn’t I just tell you? The Huxley Family now is no different from bankruptcy."

"Aren’t you afraid of retaliation from companies allied with the Huxley Family if you push so hard?"

Summer genuinely wondered this, without any intention of scaring Maxim.

Though Maxim understood Summer’s true intent, he still felt uneasy, "No, the companies you mentioned, allied with the Huxley Family, are more than happy to join me in sharing this pie. How about it, isn’t your heart aching more after hearing this?"

Hearing this, Summer gave an exaggerated eye roll right in front of him, "I’m just disappointed I won’t see you and him going bankrupt at the same time. That scenario would really interest me."

"Do you hate us both that much?" Maxim touched the corner of her eye, "I’ve told you all the news, and from now on the outside matters are none of my concern. My only focus is settling those old scores between us."

Only then did Summer realize what was happening, "You... what are you trying to do?"

"Why do you always ask me that way? Can’t you be more creative?" Maxim sighed helplessly, scooping Summer up horizontally, "I’ll show you what I mean through action."

For three whole days, Summer stayed in the bedroom, not even stepping downstairs, not even having the chance to get out of bed.

Downstairs, the butler assumed the couple was at it again, so as Maxim lounged downstairs, he approached him with advice, "Young Master, if you have something on your mind, it’s better to lay it out with the Young Madam. She’s someone who values freedom, don’t be too restrictive with her."

"I never stopped her from coming downstairs; it’s her own choice not to," Maxim sprawled lazily on the sofa, exuding an aura of contented relaxation, "Don’t worry, she’s doing just fine."