Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 185: We Are Both People Who Love in Vain

Vivian Sullivan abruptly shook off his hand, "Stop wasting words here with me. You must have something to say if you came to find me—no one climbs the Three Treasure Hall for no reason."

"You really don’t know why I came to see you? We were on the verge of getting back together, and then you suddenly kicked me out. Vivian, don’t you think your actions are over the line?"

In fact, even if Maxim Sinclair hadn’t come today, Charles Jenson would have initiated finding Vivian Sullivan himself, just at a later time according to his original plan, after Vivian had calmed down a bit.

Vivian turned around, staring at the computer and typing away: "There’s nothing to say between us. We ended six months ago. Didn’t you say you were someone who could both pick up and let go?"

Seeing Vivian’s unyielding stance, Charles became agitated and grabbed her hand: "Vivian, how many times do I need to explain? What you saw that day was fake. I admit I was a bit of a flirt before I met you, but since then, I’ve never done anything to betray you."

Vivian brusquely shook off his hand: "Speak if you have something to say, don’t touch me. And do what you like, it’s none of my business. You don’t need to explain anything to me. Our Chapter ended long ago. I don’t care about your matters."

Her complete refusal to listen angered Charles Jenson to the core.

Charles pressed his hands against the table, standing up and looking at Vivian coldly: "You didn’t originally trust me completely due to some unspeakable personal issues. Are our problems entirely my fault? Can you honestly say it wasn’t also due to your reasons?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Of course, you did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault. So why are you even here bothering me!" Vivian stood up, opened the door, dragging and pushing Charles out of her consulting room.

In front of the people in the corridor, she loudly warned him, "If you come in to disturb me again, I won’t be polite."

Charles, fueled by anger, glared at Vivian with reddened eyes, finally spitting out, "You better not regret this!"

After leaving Mercy Hospital, Charles drove back to the office, heading to the top floor to report to Maxim Sinclair.

He needed to clarify with Maxim as soon as possible that he was failing at this task.

Maxim Sinclair took one look at his face and guessed he’d hit a wall.

"I’ve never had the chance to ask you, what’s the deal between you and Dr. Sullivan? You seem quite invested in her."

Charles unscrewed a bottle of water, lifting it to down more than half before speaking: "I met her when I was inspecting the work at our international division. We fell in love at first sight and spent three wonderful months together."

"That beginning sounds quite like your usual style. But what happened after that? I could tell you still have feelings for her—how did it come to this between you two?" Maxim Sinclair paused, recalling his situation with Summer Lowell, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Thinking about it, I’m not that unlucky. There are plenty of people who are in love but can’t be together due to all sorts of messy reasons."

Charles’s right hand clenched the bottle tightly: "At the time, she went abroad for an exchange program with her professor and a few senior classmates. Coincidentally, one of her senior classmates was a good friend of mine. Vivian and that classmate didn’t get along at all and competed openly and secretly, eventually turning me into the battlefield."

"And what happened next?"

Maxim Sinclair, intrigued, loosened his tie, poured them each a glass of wine, and reclined lazily on the sofa, "I’ve been rushing work deadlines these past few days, don’t even know what day it is anymore. I have a meeting later, but until then, let me hear your story—it might perk me up."

"This isn’t any pleasant tale; listening to it might depress you, President Sinclair," Charles replied, raising his glass with a smile.

"Ha, can it trouble me more than my own issues? Don’t keep me in suspense, let’s hear it," Maxim gestured for him to continue.

"Later, because of some experimental data, Vivian lost her opportunity to continue her studies. After that, we broke up. She wouldn’t hear my explanations and stubbornly believed I was helping that senior classmate of hers."

Growing more irritated as he spoke, Charles grumbled, "I actually intended to help her back then, but her temperament—so headstrong—was hard to handle. I was also quite troubled with work at that time, said things that were hard to hear. Plus, that senior classmate’s meddling led us to a complete breakup."

"Your story bears some resemblance to mine," Maxim laughed quietly, "There was also an annoying presence between Summer and me. What angered me the most was that she unconditionally defended Justin Huxley, even when I placed evidence of his betrayal before her, she wouldn’t believe it."

"So what do you plan to do now, President Sinclair?"

Charles guessed that he wouldn’t be able to uncover anything from Vivian Sullivan for the time being, yet Maxim couldn’t be delayed further, "Should we place someone inside the Huxley Family, or bribe their staff to find out who that person really is?"

"It’s already arranged," Maxim nodded, "Just before you came in, I had people go and try to buy off the Huxley family staff. Let’s hope everything goes smoothly."

...

Tina Huxley pushed open the study door, questioning Justin Huxley, who was organizing reports at the desk: "What’s with you today, why do you suddenly want to fire Mama Jacobs, who has been working at the Huxley Family for over ten years?"

Justin adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, without lifting his eyes from the report: "Mama Jacobs can’t stay. She’s been bought off. Would you like to know who bought her off?"

"Who bought her?" Tina was puzzled, "Mama Jacobs just does the cooking. Why buy her off, coax her away? There are plenty of cooks who can make meals, and we’re not lacking another one. Aren’t you being too sensitive?"

"Summer’s taste is different from ours. She wasn’t raised here. Through the cook, it would be easy to determine whether she’s here or not." Justin glanced up at her coldly.

Tina realized with a start, inching closer: "Are you implying it was Maxim Sinclair who bought her off?"

"Who else but Maxim Sinclair would be concerned about who I brought back here?"

Justin kept busy without looking up, continuing his work. After a while, he looked up at Tina, "Did you find the wedding dress designer I asked you to?"

"Yes, I found someone. According to your requirements—someone discreet who won’t blab." Tina pointed outside the door, "I came up wanting to tell you. The person is in the living room now. Is Summer not up yet?"