Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 137: Rumors Rise Again

Summer Lowell was so frustrated with him that she was secretly grinding her teeth, but besides cursing him inside, she really didn’t have any other solution.

This man’s possessiveness was truly terrifying.

If she angered him, who knows what dangerous actions he might take.

Seeing that she was upset, Maxim Sinclair curved his lips in a good mood, "If you want to look, just look boldly. You can watch twenty-four hours a day."

"Who wants to look at you? Self-absorbed."

Summer Lowell glared at him hatefully, withdrew her gaze, and turned back to continue observing the scenery outside the window.

Maxim Sinclair instructed the driver to drop Summer Lowell off at her residence first, but just as she was about to get out of the car, she was called back.

Summer Lowell reached out and threw her coat at him: "Say whatever you have to say now, I’m exhausted and want to get back for some rest."

Maxim Sinclair caught the tossed coat with one hand, slowly brushing it off, and then his tone softened as he looked at her: "There’s nothing else, just wanted to remind you to prepare to move soon. Don’t make me wait too long, if I lose my patience, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something drastic."

This was a blatant threat.

Summer Lowell scoffed coldly inside: "Got it, I’ll let you know once I’m ready."

After finishing, Summer Lowell slammed the car door shut and jogged into the building; right now, she didn’t want to be in Maxim Sinclair’s presence for even a minute longer.

This man, truly makes one love and hate him.

Inside the car, Maxim Sinclair shook his head with a light laugh as he watched the spot where Summer Lowell’s figure disappeared, instructing the driver up front, "Directly to the old house, Grandpa asked me to visit tonight."

"Understood, President Sinclair."

Summer Lowell pushed open the door and walked into the house, where Vivian Sullivan was guarding the oven making snacks in the kitchen.

Seeing her come in, Vivian Sullivan didn’t even bother to remove her gloves and rushed out to check on her situation.

"Finally, you’re back, Summer. How was it?"

Summer Lowell exhaustedly slumped onto the sofa, greeting Vivian Sullivan with little energy, "It smells wonderful, what snacks are you making?"

"It’s all stuff we both love." Vivian Sullivan took off her gloves and poured Summer Lowell a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea, "Weren’t you out playing tennis? You usually feel great after exercising, why do you look so down now?"

Summer Lowell held the teacup, letting out a particularly helpless long sigh: "I was playing tennis with Maxim Sinclair and his friends; it’d be strange if I wasn’t worn out."

"Really, you must have suffered a lot," Vivian Sullivan walked behind the sofa, reaching out to squeeze Summer Lowell’s shoulders, "Did he suggest something else, something you can’t accept?"

"Nothing much, just him asking me to move in with him," Summer Lowell looked utterly defeated.

Vivian Sullivan halted her shoulder-squeezing, moving her head over worriedly, "Once you’re on his turf, won’t you be powerless against him bullying you?"

"It’s not as scary as you make it sound." Summer Lowell didn’t want her to worry, so she smiled gently, "Don’t forget, I’m no pushover. If I’m truly pushed too far, Maxim Sinclair won’t have it easy either."

"Ah, no matter what, it’d be great to stay away from him."

Vivian Sullivan shook her head helplessly, hearing the oven alert go off, she ran back to the kitchen to take out the baked goods.

"Don’t overthink, try this first."

Vivian Sullivan placed the cooked snacks on a small plate and brought them over to Summer Lowell, "Eating something sweet can lighten your mood a bit."

"Thanks," Summer Lowell picked up a piece of snack, taking a large bite, "Mm, it’s my favorite flavor, but if I do move out, it’s going to be hard to have this taste again."

"Summer, did Maxim specify any timeframe for you to move?" Vivian Sullivan too was reluctant to let her go.

"He said he’d give me a month and told me not to make futile struggles, that pointless hassle won’t work, I’d be better off moving in obediently sooner."

"So assertive and overbearing?" Vivian Sullivan clicked her tongue in disbelief, "How did you get involved with someone like him, can’t shake him off, when’s this going to end?"

Summer Lowell was long desensitized to this: "Take it day by day, there’s always a way to resolve it. Worst case, being Mrs. Sinclair isn’t too bad, and Maxim eats soft, not hard."

"Hearing you, I feel you like him." Vivian Sullivan looked at Summer Lowell with suspicion, "If you weren’t interested, should be gnashing your teeth with hate, but you’re accommodating him, could it be?"

Seeing Vivian Sullivan’s talk getting more out of hand, Summer Lowell grew uneasy, quickly cutting her off, "Stop spouting nonsense, how’s that possible?"

"Really? So what are you planning to do now?"

Summer Lowell, resigned to her fate, chuckled: "For now, I’ll take it day by day. I plan to move in with him before he blows up. I’ve known him for ages, I know his temperament, I can manage the right balance."

"As long as you’re sure," Vivian Sullivan sighed, although still deeply worried, there was no better solution for now, "Ah, really wish this year would hurry up and pass, so you can shake off Maxim Sinclair, this huge hassle."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."

Before you know it, Monday arrived again. Summer Lowell attended the morning meeting with other company executives then, as usual, returned to her department to gather the team for the weekly mandatory meeting.

With about ten minutes until the meeting starts, Summer Lowell stood at her desk, leafing through the materials she prepared over the weekend.

Assistant Fletcher was tidying documents nearby, frequently glancing up at her with a look that was hesitating to speak.

By the third time Fletcher looked over, Summer Lowell met her gaze expressionlessly: "Do you have something you want to say?"

Assistant Fletcher, startled, stammered with a shake of her head.

"Out with it, while I’m still in a patient mood," Summer Lowell set her things down and moved to stand before her, "Has there been more gossip about me in the company?"

Assistant Fletcher’s eyes shifted, clearly answering the question.

Summer Lowell briefly recapped recent events in her mind, assuredly asking him: "Is it about Maxim Sinclair picking me up after work?"

Assistant Fletcher reluctantly nodded: "Indeed it’s because of that. Now the whole company suspects your relationship with President Sinclair isn’t ordinary."

On hearing this, Summer Lowell let out a bitter laugh.

What can be said, her relationship with Maxim Sinclair was indeed unconventional.

"Tell me, how are people in the company discussing me?" Summer Lowell pulled her over to the adjacent couch to sit together, pouring herself a glass of water, "Judging by your expression, this isn’t just idle post-meal gossip."

Assistant Fletcher didn’t really want to share unsavory rumors, awkwardly noting the time, "Director Lowell, our department meeting is about to begin, maybe..."