Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 225: How About I Help You Get Revenge?

On the surface, Summer Lowell appeared to be watching a movie with headphones on, but in reality, her tablet was muted, and she was straining to hear the sounds around her.

After a flurry of activity, the butler came downstairs and approached Summer Lowell: "Young Madam, it’s already late at night. Aren’t you cold sitting here? Shall I turn up the temperature for you?"

"What?" Summer Lowell looked up, taking off her headphones, "What did you say, butler?"

The butler glanced at the screen on the tablet and smiled, "I said it’s getting late, Young Madam should go upstairs and rest. The doctor advised you to rest well."

"It’s not that late yet," Summer Lowell shook her head at him, "For young people, the night life is just beginning now. Besides, your young master hasn’t even had dinner yet, so it’s not late for him either. If you’re tired, you should rest early. I’ll go upstairs to sleep after I finish this movie."

Seeing he couldn’t persuade her, the butler gave up, replacing the drink in front of Summer Lowell with a sleep-inducing herbal tea. He left one person on duty and went back to his room to rest, massaging his shoulders.

The lights downstairs remained on to accommodate Summer Lowell, who was still in the living room. She sat with the tablet for another half hour or so before reluctantly glancing at the villa’s front door and heading upstairs.

Almost as soon as she closed her bedroom door, Maxim Sinclair received a call from the bodyguard: "Young Madam has returned to her room."

"Alright, inform Assistant Collins to appear at the villa in half an hour."

Less than twenty minutes after the call ended.

The main room light was off, leaving only the bedside lamp on. Summer Lowell sensed something, so she got up and walked to the window, using the curtain as a cover to look outside.

Her position allowed her to see the front of the villa’s gates clearly.

A car drove straight into the villa without its headlights on. Summer Lowell, with the help of the path lights below, saw that the person getting out of the passenger side was Assistant Collins.

What was Assistant Collins doing at Varden Villa in the dead of night?

The question had barely formed in Summer Lowell’s mind when she saw Assistant Collins turn and drag someone out of the back seat. From the person’s physique, it seemed to be a young woman.

The woman had long, curly hair.

Assistant Collins directed two female bodyguards to hold the woman up while he looked around the area.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Summer Lowell thought she saw Assistant Collins glance intentionally toward her window.

Summer Lowell’s heart skipped, and she looked at the light in her room to confirm that Assistant Collins couldn’t see her shadow. She then continued to secretly observe the situation below from a gap in the curtain.

During her moment of distraction, Assistant Collins and the woman had already disappeared from sight.

Late at night, with Assistant Collins bringing that woman here, it was undoubtedly for Maxim Sinclair.

Summer Lowell unconsciously clenched the curtain, wondering what Maxim Sinclair was up to.

Could it be a nocturnal rendezvous with a beauty?

He was a married man!

Summer Lowell was conflicted, pacing back and forth in the room for a long time. Eventually, she couldn’t resist and grabbed an empty cup, using the excuse of refilling it with water to slip to Maxim Sinclair’s study door.

As soon as she reached the study, a bodyguard appeared from nowhere, approached her, and blocked her path: "Young Madam, are you looking for the young master?"

Inside the study, separated by a door, Assistant Collins noticed Summer Lowell speaking to the bodyguard through the surveillance screen in front of him. He quickly adjusted the screen to show Maxim Sinclair.

"Go open the door and let her in," Maxim Sinclair said, taking a glance at the screen.

Assistant Collins looked at Sheryl, who was gagged and smirking beside him, then got up and opened the study door, speaking to Summer Lowell who was making small talk at the door: "President Sinclair said it’s perfect timing for you. Could you kindly make him a cup of coffee and bring it in? The coffee we make isn’t to President Sinclair’s taste."

Summer Lowell showed some impatience on her face, but she obliged, truly going downstairs to make Maxim Sinclair a cup of coffee and brought it back up.

"Why aren’t you asleep yet? Aren’t you tired?" Maxim Sinclair got up, walked over, took the coffee from Summer Lowell’s hand, placed one hand on her shoulder, and guided her to sit in the chair behind the desk, while he stood beside her.

Summer Lowell didn’t look around, and as soon as she was pressed onto the chair by Maxim Sinclair, she immediately stood up: "It seems like you’re busy with something important, so I’ll leave you alone."

"It’s alright. You’re my wife; you can be part of these things. I trust you won’t stab me in the back," Maxim Sinclair kept his hand on her shoulder to prevent her from leaving, "Look up and take a look at that person. She brought you a lot of trouble before. Look carefully to see if you recognize her."

Following his words, Summer Lowell looked up. In front of the wall, Sheryl was standing with her hands bound behind her back, covered in disheveled hair, a sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth as she made eye contact with Summer Lowell.

Assistant Collins stepped forward, pulling out the ball of cloth from Sheryl’s mouth.

Sheryl took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths and then sarcastically looked at Summer Lowell: "We really guessed it right, your relationship with President Sinclair is indeed extraordinary. No wonder so many people at headquarters have always been wary of you."

Summer Lowell said nothing, but turned to look at Maxim Sinclair: "What do you mean by showing me this?"

"She indirectly caused you to lose your job. When you look at her, do you remember anything?" Maxim Sinclair reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, "I’m helping you get revenge, does that make you happy?"

The study was quiet. Even though Maxim Sinclair spoke softly, everyone in the room, including Sheryl, could hear him.

"What is all this, another drama?" Sheryl chuckled, looking at Summer Lowell, who was sitting in the chair, protected by Maxim Sinclair, "I must admit, you really are impressive, managing to snag such a rich catch. A mere design director position is indeed insignificant. I heard you lost your job because of me, but upon reflection, you should thank me. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have returned to Maxim Sinclair’s side."

Upon hearing this, Maxim Sinclair chuckled approvingly: "You think I’m a good match for Summer Lowell. That makes me very happy, but that doesn’t mean you can frame her. One thing at a time; I still have to settle the score for you framing her."

"Let’s talk about fairness first. I worked tirelessly for Stellart for so many years. My contributions were significant, yet how did Stellart treat me? Suddenly parachuted in a woman of unclear origins with a criminal record to take over my position. Who can I tell of my grievances?"

Sheryl turned to Summer Lowell again: "After all, neither of us are good people, so you can stop pretending to be innocent in front of me."