Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 149: The Company-Assigned Apartment Is Reclaimed
In front of everyone, Musk, who felt slighted, quickly stepped in front of Summer Lowell: "Who gave you permission to leave like this? You haven’t given the company a reasonable explanation, and do you know that your actions this time are illegal? The company can completely report to the police."
Summer Lowell looked at the things in her hand and retorted Musk without any avoidance: "I haven’t found anything wrong with my actions. If you really say it’s against company rules, then there is only one point: there are still half an hour until closing time, but I’m leaving early."
Assistant Fletcher secretly notified Noah’s assistant as soon as Musk and Summer Lowell started arguing. Noah arrived at the scene, chased away the crowd watching at the door, and went in to advise Summer Lowell: "Director Lowell, is it necessary to make such a scene? Don’t let people see us as a joke."
Noah had always been considerate to her, Summer Lowell felt embarrassed to treat him coldly, her tone and voice softened as she patiently explained her actions just now: "It’s nothing, I’m just exhausted. I happened to be working overtime recently, and I haven’t taken several holidays. Since the company hasn’t made a decision about me, let me take a vacation first."
Happily, Noah was thinking this too. Rather than letting Summer Lowell stay in the company and argue with the headquarters people, it would be better to give her a vacation before the true result of the investigation came out. Who knows, maybe things will take a turn for the better after some time.
"That’s fine. You should rest for a while and wait for my call when it’s time."
Summer Lowell nodded in thanks and was about to turn and leave.
But just as Noah arrived, Musk who went to make a phone call suddenly returned: "Ms. Summer Lowell, I just received notification from the big boss that you have been dismissed from Stellart."
Noah frowned at the news, reached out to Musk for the phone: "Give me the big boss’s number, I’ll talk to him personally and ask if this is really his decision."
Musk showed the phone screen to him, pointing at the message sent by the big boss: "President Norris, this is for you from the big boss. The big boss means he hopes you won’t be blinded by beauty and make decisions harming the company."
"It’s unreasonable to dismiss someone before the matter is concluded." Noah grabbed his own phone to call the big boss.
The assistant had just handed him the phone when the big boss called.
Noah shot Musk an unpleasant look, didn’t move, just stood there answering the call.
Musk watched Summer Lowell with schadenfreude, sneeringly remarked: "We underestimated Director Lowell’s charm, so many people protecting you, yet it’s a pity that Director Lowell isn’t appreciative, insisting on doing things to blacken the company."
Summer Lowell placed the picture frame she held into Assistant Fletcher’s arms, then clasped her hands together, squeezing her knuckles, gazing at Musk with a chilling look, word by word, "Say one more thing I don’t like, and I swear I’ll knock your teeth out!"
"You wouldn’t dare!"
Musk glared at her indignantly but then took a step back, calling a colleague to stand in front of him. Realizing that his actions were somewhat shameful, he quietly muttered in frustration, "Already getting kicked out, what’s the use of putting on airs!"
Assistant Fletcher was infuriated by Musk’s words, stepped forward ready to argue, but was stopped by Summer Lowell: "Don’t mind him, it’s not worth making a fuss, President Norris is still here."
Musk snorted coldly and turned to watch Noah who was still on the phone.
Watching Noah’s expression grow darker, Musk guessed a bit of the situation, his grin widened.
Summer Lowell, who also roughly guessed the situation, internally chuckled bitterly, retrieved her picture frame from Assistant Fletcher, placed it in her bag, then patiently waited for Noah to end his call.
"How’s it, President Norris, I wasn’t wrong, right?" Musk eagerly inquired after seeing Noah hang up.
Noah ignored Musk, walked to Summer Lowell, sighed helplessly: "The big boss and the other partners are all very determined, I couldn’t persuade them, but don’t worry, I’ll continue to investigate this matter. When the truth is revealed, I’ll call you to come back to work."
Summer Lowell smiled without much hope and then sincerely bowed deeply to Noah: "Thank you for your trust. If one day you find out the truth, please let me know."
After finishing, Summer patted Assistant Fletcher’s hand, turned around, and left the office without looking back.
Feeling he hadn’t regained face, Musk hurriedly chased to the first floor, once again blocking Summer Lowell’s path.
Summer Lowell saw Musk chasing her to this degree and was too tired to argue any further, asked wearily: "What else is there, just say it all."
Seeing the once prideful Summer Lowell now like a homeless dog, Musk felt utterly pleased.
Waiting for a movement that never occurred, Summer was disinclined to waste more time here, tried to go around him and continue walking outside.
Only then did Musk speak: "The big boss means that, since you are no longer an employee of Stellart, you don’t have the right to reside in the company-provided apartment."
"Got it. Did the big boss say when I should move out?"
In consideration of Summer Lowell’s contributions to the company, the big boss intended to give her a week to find a place and move slowly. But Musk, feeling bitter about Summer making him lose face in front of everyone, arbitrarily modified the big boss’s order, regrettably said: "The new design director is arriving at Stellarion tomorrow morning, please vacate by dawn."
Summer Lowell found it absurd and laughable, but given the circumstances, she was too tired to argue, readily agreed: "I’ll move out tonight, I’ll have someone send the keys to the company."
Without even looking at him, Summer Lowell walked straight ahead.
Ignored by Summer Lowell, Musk felt uneasy but then thought about the difficulties she would face moving tonight, felt somewhat comforted.
Vivian Sullivan had already moved all her belongings to hospital accommodation a week ago because of work.
According to her, it seemed like she had to undergo closed training for two months, during which Summer Lowell wouldn’t be able to see her.
Pressed for time, Summer Lowell simply couldn’t find another place to stay.
Out of necessity, Summer Lowell packed only two suitcases of important items, leaving the rest behind.
Reaching downstairs, Summer stood by the road, eyes aimlessly staring at the distant lights.
Where should she go next?
At this moment, she indeed felt like a homeless dog!
"Beep~ Beep~"
Summer Lowell followed the sound and saw a familiar, unexpected face.
It was Maxim Sinclair.
The driver got out, went to Summer’s side, took the two suitcases, and placed them in the trunk.
Summer moved to the right side of the car, watching Maxim Sinclair inside, flipping through files, unaware of how long he had been there.
