Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 227: Beginning the Autumn Reckoning

After Sheryl spilled everything, Assistant Collins, following Maxim Sinclair’s instructions, summoned two female bodyguards to take Sheryl away.

No one knew where she was taken.

Summer Lowell stood on the steps, watching coldly. She turned to face Maxim Sinclair, who had been staring at her, only after the car drove away: "Your actions are illegal. There are people living around here. Aren’t you afraid that if someone records a video and reports it to the police, you’ll end up in a lawsuit?"

Maxim Sinclair chuckled and switched the topic to what Sheryl had said last: "She was instructed by Tina Huxley to frame you, and the evidence is conclusive. When do you plan to file a lawsuit against Tina Huxley?"

"I’ll think about it," Summer replied.

Since Summer had resigned from Stellart and was now living here with Maxim Sinclair, if she really wanted to sue, she would have to seek Maxim’s help.

If word got out... there would probably be another round of gossip.

Maxim Sinclair did not understand the concerns in her heart; instead, he misunderstood her reaction: "Are you letting Tina Huxley off because of Justin Huxley?"

Summer felt his words were ridiculous: "What does this have to do with Justin Huxley? If he knew his sister was framing me, all of this wouldn’t have happened."

Hearing this, Maxim Sinclair burst into laughter: "You’ve really become foolish after that trip. Do you think Justin Huxley will help you? It would be a mercy if he didn’t help Tina Huxley harm you!"

Maxim Sinclair and Summer had argued countless times about Justin Huxley.

Though Summer understood it well in her heart.

It was already late at night, and Summer didn’t want to argue with him at the doorway, so she turned and walked inside: "Think whatever you wish. I don’t care. It’s too late. I’m going to sleep."

Back in her room, Summer waited nervously for a while. Seeing Maxim Sinclair hadn’t followed, she hesitated and walked over to lock the door.

Earlier, in a moment of excitement, she had revealed in front of everyone that her memory had already returned.

Now that Sheryl was gone and no outsiders were around, Maxim, who was bound to be angry after being deceived... who knew what he might do?

Summer locked the door, lying back on the bed, feeling uneasy.

After a while.

"Should I not have locked the door? Will locking it anger him?"

Thinking her worries were justified, Summer got out of bed and, barefoot, ran to the door.

Just as she unlocked it, Maxim Sinclair pushed the door open and came in: "Were you waiting for me? And barefoot, so excited?"

"No, I just didn’t close the door properly earlier. I was worried about the draft at night, so I came to close it properly."

"You didn’t want to close the door; you locked it and then got afraid of angering me, so you came to unlock it, right?"

As Maxim Sinclair spoke, he locked the door again, the clunk of the latch echoing clearly in their ears.

Summer, feeling guilty, didn’t even try to argue, and hurried back to bed, still barefoot.

Maxim Sinclair laughed softly and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Summer, meanwhile, sat up, her gaze traveling back and forth between the door and the window. From this window, there was a drain pipe; if she was careful, she could follow it down to the garden.

The fence on the east side of the garden wasn’t very high, and climbing over it seemed like a way to avoid the surveillance.

But Varden Villa was too remote; it was hard to get a taxi even in broad daylight, let alone at this hour.

As Summer’s mind raced, she knew Maxim Sinclair had already discovered she was faking amnesia. Tonight would not pass peacefully.

He had many bodyguards in this house; even if she could slide down the drain pipe, the bodyguards would probably catch her at the wall before she even touched the ground.

After much deliberation, Summer gave up on the idea of escaping.

After all, she had lived here for a period; there was nothing to lose, even if she was found out.

The escape plan needed a longer consideration, at least until she cleared the false accusations against her, or else she wouldn’t be able to find a job.

When Maxim Sinclair came out of the bathroom wearing a robe, Summer, on the bed, lay with her back to him, only her fluffy head visible.

Surprised, he raised an eyebrow, lifted the covers, and slipped into bed, wrapping his arms around Summer from behind: "Were you waiting for me just now?"

Summer opened her eyes and moved forward a little, with her arm pressing on the mattress: "I’m so tired! Don’t bother me."

"Then sleep well, goodnight," Maxim Sinclair said, his arm securely around her waist, "Whatever happens, can wait till tomorrow."

His words were enough to scare Summer out of her tiredness completely.

Was this a threat?

For the rest of the night, Summer kept recalling Sheryl’s words, wide awake and staring at the ceiling until dawn finally broke.

A little after eight in the morning, Maxim Sinclair was woken by a phone call from Assistant Collins. He glanced at Summer, who was sleeping soundly, though with a bit of darkness under her eyes, and carefully pulled his arm away, getting out of bed to take the call on the balcony.

"President Sinclair, I received a call from Julian Huxley this morning. He said Justin Huxley has been restless lately and might try to seize projects from the Sinclair Group again."

"Investigate what he’s been busy with recently, and take a look at which of my projects he’s targeting."

Maxim Sinclair glanced at Summer, asleep in the bed, his tone turning cold, "For now, don’t make any big moves. Let him lower his guard. I want to teach him a lesson so he never dares covet what’s mine again."

"Understood, President Sinclair. I’m investigating with others. I’ll send you the results before noon."

After hanging up, Maxim Sinclair checked the air conditioning temperature, walked back to the bed, and pulled the quilt covering Summer’s waist up to her shoulders.

Summer had mentioned several times in front of him before that her shoulders often hurt due to work and the cold.

It all boiled down to not taking good care of herself.

When Summer finally woke up, it was almost ten o’clock. Seeing the bedroom was empty, she unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

She still didn’t quite dare face Maxim Sinclair.

Summer dressed and went out the door, bumping into the butler coming upstairs. The butler smiled at her: "Young Madam, you’re finally awake. The young master instructed that if you weren’t awake by half-past ten, we should knock and wake you."

"I’m awake now; you don’t need to wake me," Summer glanced at the closed study door, "Has your young master gone to the company yet?"

The butler shook his head: "The young master’s not gone to the company. Assistant Collins came by with some documents, and he’s been working in the study. Are you looking for him, Young Madam? I was just about to take coffee and can accompany you?"

"No need. I’m a little hungry and want to eat something. You go ahead."

Summer naturally didn’t want to find Maxim Sinclair. She hoped he’d be too busy with company matters to worry about her supposed amnesia.