Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 238: Maxim Sinclair Wants to Extend the Contract by One Year

"This matter has nothing to do with Maxim, so why would he come to me to plead?"

"You know what I mean," Maxim Sinclair said with a mischievous look at her, "aren’t you afraid to ponder it deeply? Because you can’t guarantee whether Maxim would choose you or Tina Huxley over you."

Saying this, Maxim laughed, "There’s no need to ponder, there are ready examples right in front of you. This time the Huxley Family chose Tina; do you think they would choose you next time?"

"I have nothing to do with the Huxley Family, of course they wouldn’t choose me," Summer Lowell said with a long face. "Nor would I forget that it was you who made me see this reality clearly in time."

"With our relationship, there’s no need to thank me," Maxim Sinclair finished what he wanted to say and stood up first, "Come on, accompany me for a round of tennis. Dr. David Dalton mentioned before he left that you lack exercise. It’s rare for us to have such a harmonious atmosphere today. I’ll keep an eye on you as you work out, let’s go together."

Seeing the look on his face indicating that if she dared refuse, he’d drag her along anyway, Summer Lowell also stood up, "Just for a little while, playing a little with you, then leave me alone. Don’t bother me."

"Let’s talk about it this way first. As you know, I never make random promises," Maxim Sinclair glanced at the phone Summer took out and lightly reminded, "It seems like your phone is ringing."

Startled, Summer Lowell looked up instinctively at Maxim Sinclair.

"Why are you looking at me? Who’s calling you that makes you so nervous?" Maxim Sinclair said, about to walk over.

Feigning calm, Summer glanced at the screen. After seeing it was her former Assistant Fletcher calling, she quietly sighed in relief and turned the phone screen toward Maxim Sinclair, "My assistant when I was the Design Director at Stellart Division, you should know her."

"I know, a kind-hearted girl but not too bright," Maxim Sinclair retracted his gaze and looked at Summer Lowell with some amusement, "I bet she’s calling about Sheryl."

"Why do you say so?" Summer Lowell was a bit puzzled.

"I had someone spread the word about Sheryl being instructed to frame you. Better answer it now, or the call will automatically hang up."

As Maxim Sinclair said, Assistant Fletcher called Summer Lowell indeed to inquire about Sheryl.

In Stellart’s company gossip group, someone was discussing Sheryl, sharing screenshots mostly published by self-media about Sheryl framing Summer. The content was vague but had key information that clearly hinted at Summer Lowell.

Summer also looked at the images Assistant Fletcher shared.

Sitting across, sipping coffee, Maxim Sinclair was also fiddling with his phone. Sensing Summer’s gaze, he looked up silently asking, "What’s up?"

Summer gently shook her head and continued talking to Assistant Fletcher on the phone, "What’s the situation in the company now?"

"Everyone in the company is discussing it now," Assistant Fletcher, hiding on the rooftop, couldn’t suppress the excitement in her voice. "Just now, President Norris called me over and asked where you are and for your contact details, since he couldn’t reach you before. I called on a whim, and luckily it got through."

"I had some matters before; all my contact information hasn’t changed." Hearing that even Noah had been trying to reach her, a thought crossed Summer Lowell’s mind: if she could win the case, could she return to work?

The grievances from before, she had to get justice.

Assistant Fletcher also hoped she could continue as the director, "Then I’ll later give your contact information to President Norris; he probably doesn’t know it hasn’t changed."

Summer and Assistant Fletcher didn’t talk for long; soon someone seemed to approach the rooftop, making it inconvenient for Assistant Fletcher, so she quickly ended the call after a few more words.

Seeing her expression, Maxim Sinclair knew what the call was about, "Are you thinking of going back to continue as a design director?"

With her thoughts seen through, Summer Lowell didn’t bother to conceal it and said openly, "That was my position to begin with. I was framed, and now the wrongs are cleared up. Shouldn’t I go back?"

"After suffering so much, you’re still so naive," Maxim Sinclair said with a laugh, shaking his head. "Think about it, how long have you been away from the company? That position was coveted, and someone quickly took over when you left. If you go back, others’ interests will be hurt. Do you think it’ll be so easy?"

Seeing Summer contemplate his words, Maxim Sinclair’s tone softened considerably, "So why go back? You were originally parachuted in there and blocked others; go to the studio I prepared for you. Defeating those companies unwilling to keep you, wouldn’t that be more satisfying?"

Honestly, the scene Maxim Sinclair painted was indeed enticing.

"I’d rather not; dealing with you comes with bigger costs," Summer didn’t think much before directly rejecting him.

Maxim Sinclair wasn’t surprised by her reaction at all.

If she had agreed so easily, he’d have been more surprised.

He just liked her stubbornness.

"Alright, enough about this. I see you don’t like hearing it," Maxim Sinclair put down his coffee cup and gestured for Summer Lowell to head outside, "You agreed to play tennis with me, so let’s go. There’s a tennis court behind the villa. I remember you’re pretty good at tennis; play with me for an hour."

Tennis court. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"I haven’t played in ages; you’ll probably crush me," Summer Lowell, changed into proper attire, swung the racket in her hand, "What about your bodyguards? I remember they’re quite athletic. Didn’t you used to play with them before?"

"When you have a partner, it’s more fun to play with them." Maxim looked back at the bodyguards following at a distance, "Those hulking men are too rough when they play."

Summer gave him a disdainful look, coolly reminding him, "Don’t forget, the relationship between us is just a transaction."

"No need to remind me," Maxim Sinclair waved to greet a passerby, "I was just thinking, since I helped you with the lawsuit and cleared your name, shouldn’t you give something in return? I don’t want much else; why not just extend our contract for another year, how about that?"

Summer stopped in her tracks, looking at Maxim in disbelief, "That request is a bit excessive, isn’t it?"

"Think carefully, with your abilities alone, can you win the case? Especially since all the evidence is with me," Maxim Sinclair said while flipping his racket, "You’ll win without losing anything."