Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 163: This Is Not How a Married Couple Should Get Along

"You’re simply dreaming!" Vivian Sullivan grabbed his arm and pushed him outside the door, quickly slamming it shut.

Outside the door, Charles Jenson wasn’t in a hurry. He touched the corner of his lips, knocked on the door, and said to Vivian Sullivan inside, "My offer is always valid. You can always change your mind and come to me. I have simple requirements, just a chance to start over. One day when I’m happy, or find our current situation truly dull, I’ll end the relationship and return the USB to you."

Inside the door, Vivian Sullivan spat hard and cursed to herself, "It’s true that when the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam is slanted. With a boss like Maxim Sinclair, there are subordinates like Charles Jenson."

Lakeshore Club. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Maxim Sinclair and his group had just come down from upstairs, ready to return to the company by car, when they encountered Justin Huxley coming to discuss business at the club.

Narrow paths for enemies, Maxim Sinclair and Justin Huxley squinted at each other.

Justin Huxley glanced around and proactively smiled as he approached to greet him, "What a coincidence, President Sinclair is here for business too?"

Maxim Sinclair stopped, turned to Assistant Collins behind him, and said, "You take them and go first."

Assistant Collins led the rest of the group away from the corridor.

Once most of the people had left, Justin Huxley took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Maxim Sinclair.

Maxim Sinclair shook his head to refuse, adding, "My wife says she doesn’t like sleeping next to someone who smells of cigarettes at night."

Upon hearing this, a hint of awkwardness flashed across Justin Huxley’s face.

Maxim Sinclair, however, looked at him expressionlessly, "You’ve been in Stellarion for quite a long time this time. I remember you said before that you wanted to develop your career abroad. It seems now you’ve changed your plans?"

"I’ve never gotten used to things abroad over these years. With the blood of this land flowing in my veins, naturally, I think of my hometown," Justin Huxley said a lot, then quickly changed the subject, teasing him with a smile, "Didn’t expect to still be late. If I had returned earlier, Summer would have been my wife by now."

Seeing him raise uncomfortable topics, Maxim Sinclair showed displeasure and retorted without backing down, "You appeared in her life much earlier than I did, but unfortunately, you were not fated for each other. More than a year ago, she was already my girlfriend, it was only due to a misunderstanding that we separated. Fortunately, our fate wasn’t completely severed, and she returned to my side."

Justin Huxley, smoking his cigarette, kept a straight face and said, "Is that really the case? I don’t see Summer very happy around you. A couple of days ago when I met her, she looked at me with tearful eyes, very much like when she was bullied and sought my help back then."

"Then you misjudged, I’ll give you a piece of advice, don’t be overly sentimental. She’s living well by my side, what I can offer her, no one else in Stellarion can."

Having said that, Maxim Sinclair didn’t want to continue discussing Summer with him, and deliberately changed the subject to the Huxley Family, "How is Grandpa Huxley’s health lately? I saw him last time, he seemed energetic enough, should still be able to steer the Huxley Family."

"Grandpa’s health is good," Justin Huxley responded perfunctorily, still unwilling to let go of the topic and drawing conversation back to Summer, "However, I’m quite surprised, Summer once revealed to me her criteria for choosing a partner. It seems you don’t match her type at all. I’m curious what method you used that made her willing to stay by your side."

Having indeed used some unsavory means, Maxim Sinclair was shamelessly confident, boasting that it was fate that brought them together.

The two continued their sarcastic exchange for a short while until both were called away by their assistants.

In the car, Assistant Collins carefully watched Maxim Sinclair, whose mood had noticeably darkened.

After the car quietly drove past two streets, Maxim Sinclair suddenly asked Assistant Collins sitting in the front passenger seat, "What did Julian Huxley say? Is he willing to show sincerity to exchange for that project?"

"I asked, and he agreed. The project has already been handed over for coordination, and Julian also said he’d be willing to share two overseas routes with us."

"That’s sincere enough," Maxim Sinclair nodded satisfactorily. "You find a chance to have a meal with him, hint that I’m willing to help him take over the Huxley Family, but there’s one condition: he must teach Justin a lesson and curb Justin’s arrogance for me."

Assistant Collins guessed that Justin Huxley must have said something inappropriate earlier, deliberately angering Maxim Sinclair.

Although Maxim Sinclair had been dissatisfied with him before, it was the first time he showed it so straightforwardly.

Upon returning home at night, Maxim Sinclair set aside his belongings and asked the approaching butler, "Has she come downstairs today?"

The butler shook his head and sighed, "Young Madam spent the whole day by the window reading. She did have her meals, just as usual, doesn’t talk much."

Feeling troubled, Maxim Sinclair pinched his brow, got up, and went upstairs to open the bedroom door.

Inside the bedroom, just as the butler described, Summer was sitting by the window leafing through a book. Hearing the door, she didn’t lift her head, pretending not to notice.

Maxim Sinclair was aware that she was deliberately ignoring him. He approached the window, squatted down, and took the book from her hand, patiently negotiating with her, "Sitting like this all day isn’t good for your health. I heard from the butler that you haven’t had dinner yet. How about you come down and eat a bit with me? The kitchen made dishes you love; I specifically instructed the butler to find a chef who can cook authentic Leonia cuisine."

Summer continued to ignore him as usual, turning only to gaze outside the window. After a long pause, she finally replied, "No need, I’m not hungry. You can eat by yourself."

Seeing her in a state of abandon, Maxim Sinclair’s anger surged. He wrapped his arms around her and carried her downstairs.

Feeling resigned and having given up resistance, Summer leaned obediently against his shoulder.

The butler downstairs, seeing them coming down like this, rushed over in shock to persuade Maxim Sinclair, "Young Master, what’s happening now?"

"You don’t need to worry; I know what I’m doing and won’t hurt her," Maxim Sinclair assured, placing Summer in a chair and instructed the stunned maid, "Bring dinner, arrange the soup and dishes Young Madam likes within her reach."

Summer, unmoved by the taste of the food, dreaded Maxim Sinclair doing something outrageous at the table, so she picked up her chopsticks and started eating perfunctorily.

The butler stood in the corner observing secretly, until after dinner, when Maxim Sinclair went to the study to work, he found the opportunity to enter under the pretext of delivering fruit.

Seeing the butler’s expression, Maxim Sinclair knew he had something to discuss, "You’re here for me this late. Is it to talk about Summer?"

Setting down the fruit platter, the butler sighed helplessly and advised, "Young Master, treating Young Madam this way will not make your marriage last. There’s no way a couple can live like this."