Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 223: I Found the Person Who Framed You
The butler, who had been drawn to the courtyard by Maxim Sinclair’s laughter, quietly approached the dining table after Summer Lowell went upstairs. "Young Madam seemed to have eaten very little. Shall I have someone bring her more food?"
"No rush," Maxim put down his chopsticks, took a napkin, and gently wiped his mouth before continuing, "It’s just gotten dark. In two hours, I’ll have a late-night snack with her. With me around, she won’t go hungry."
Despite his words, the butler felt a hint of worry. It seemed as though the relationship between the Young Master and Young Madam was quite strained.
But for some reason, Maxim appeared to be in a rather good mood.
He sat at the table for a while before standing up, as if ready to return to the study.
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The next morning, Assistant Collins approached the butler cheerfully, inquiring if Maxim had gotten up yet while also casually mentioning what he wanted for breakfast.
The butler responded promptly, "The Young Master and Young Madam probably won’t be down for a while. Last night, the Young Master mentioned you’d be coming over early, so I figured you hadn’t had breakfast yet. I informed the kitchen in advance to prepare your favorite dishes."
Assistant Collins gave a thumbs-up and, after a couple of sincere compliments, clutched his documents and sat at the dining table, waiting eagerly.
When Maxim Sinclair and Summer Lowell finally descended the stairs, they saw Assistant Collins, who had finished eating, standing before a mural, quietly debating something with the butler.
Glancing at the document folder in his arms, Maxim approached the dining table with Summer, "I won’t be joining you for breakfast today. Be good, don’t be picky. I’ll come back at noon to eat with you."
Summer, more than happy about this, uncharacteristically nodded in agreement, her eyes expectantly conveying a silent "Hurry and go."
Maxim obviously knew what she was thinking, but so what? She could behave however she wanted in front of him.
Maxim called Assistant Collins over, "Come upstairs with me; there’s something I need to discuss with you."
The butler, wary about Maxim’s health, chased after them with a reminder, "No matter what, you should eat before going. Young Master, you’re well aware of your condition; you shouldn’t skip meals!"
Assistant Collins, seeing Maxim heading upstairs, hastily remarked, "Just have someone bring President Sinclair’s breakfast up. We have something very important to discuss, and it can’t be delayed."
Realizing there was no choice, the butler personally took Maxim’s breakfast to the study.
At the dining table, while eating breakfast, Summer suddenly looked up, thoughtfully eyeing the corner of the staircase where Assistant Collins had disappeared.
What could it be?
Anything urgent for Maxim Sinclair surely wasn’t trivial.
In the study, Assistant Collins laid out the documents he meticulously compiled overnight in front of Maxim, "All the evidence is here. With this, we can successfully press charges. When do you plan to move, President Sinclair?"
"No rush for now; I’m still observing," Maxim reviewed the documents and nodded in satisfaction, "And what about her? Has she been secured?"
"Matthew is personally overseeing it. There won’t be any problems. But President Sinclair...what exactly are your plans?"
"You mean how I intend to handle it?"
Maxim placed the files into a drawer, looking up at the visibly anxious Assistant Collins, "Is something wrong with the company? You seem very unsettled today."
"Nothing’s wrong on the business side," Assistant Collins gently shook his head and voiced his concern, "It’s just that you’ve been absent from the company for two days straight, and lately, the Huxley Family has been investigating our subsidiary assets. Some shareholders are getting restless. Just yesterday, many people came to me seeking news, asking why you weren’t in the office."
"There’s no need to engage with them. I’ll return when it’s time. As for the Huxley Family, it’s expected. Let everyone keep a close watch to prevent another situation like the one where The Bluegate Project was snatched away."
"Rest assured, President Sinclair. The Vice President mentioned during the meeting yesterday that everyone should stay vigilant to prevent similar occurrences. With his oversight, I doubt there will be another project theft."
"Alright."
Assistant Collins didn’t stay long and left after delivering the documents.
In the garden, Summer was busy painting, catching sight of Assistant Collins at the entrance from the corner of her eye.
She stared at his departing figure for a long time.
But Summer wasn’t aware that while she observed Assistant Collins, behind her, at the second-floor window, Maxim stood behind the curtain, watching her.
Summer casually glanced a few times, suddenly sensing she was being watched. She turned around to see the empty window staring back at her, catching no one in sight.
As she furrowed her brows, Maxim appeared at the garden entrance. Before she could snap out of her daze, he had already approached her.
Maxim bent over, examining the painting before her, and remarked thoughtfully, "Compared to before, your skills have slightly declined. After going out to sea, you not only lost memories but also your livelihood skills?"
"It’s easy for you to say. What do you know about art?" Summer shot back sarcastically.
After retorting, Summer refocused her gaze on her painting, intent on making adjustments. She didn’t notice that Maxim’s eyes had moved from the painting to her, watching her intently.
His emotions were complex, deep as the ocean.
On the surface, Summer appeared engrossed in her art, but she was continuously vigilant, sensing Maxim’s lingering presence.
When he remained behind her, she couldn’t contain herself any longer and turned to face him, her expression just as hostile as usual, "There’s nothing interesting about my painting, it’s declined in quality anyway. Go attend to your own business, President Sinclair; don’t waste your time here."
"I came to talk to you," Maxim intentionally paused, ensuring Summer, growing impatient, gave him her full attention before continuing, "Back when you were a designer, a colleague from your department framed you. You once asked me to investigate it. Good news, there’s finally a lead on that person who fled."
"Really? Why should I believe you?"
Maxim glanced at her, pointing at a spot on the painting, "This color isn’t right; you should adjust it. Also, believe me or not, I kept my promise and found that person for you."
With that, Maxim turned to leave, looking genuinely busy.
Summer watched his retreating figure, hesitating and struggling internally, clearly torn about something.
