Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 258: Troublesome Shareholders

As the sun rose high in the sky, Maxim Sinclair was woken up by a phone call. He instinctively looked at Summer Lowell, who was still asleep in his arms.

Summer was sleeping soundly, with mottled red marks on her shoulder.

Maxim glanced at the caller ID, saw it was his assistant, and casually hung up the phone, setting it to silent.

On the other end, Assistant Collins guessed something and didn’t call back, courteously communicating with the shareholders blocking his path: "President Sinclair will be here soon. He’s been quite busy these past few days with overtime, so it’s normal for him not to be up early today."

One of the shareholders who stopped him early in the morning snorted, "Isn’t it because he’s indulging in the pleasures of love and can’t bear to come to the company for proper business?"

Assistant Collins scratched his nose, secretly thinking, you’re truly spot on.

Although he thought this in his heart, he didn’t dare show a trace of it on his face: "Why don’t you all come back in the afternoon? I reckon President Sinclair won’t be able to make it for a while."

"We waited a whole week just for this chance, and now Maxim Sinclair is bewitched by that woman. If this continues, we’ll have to go see Old Master Sinclair. We, the older generation, cannot stand seeing young people burying the vast Sinclair family’s business just for a bit of romance!"

As criticisms piled on, Assistant Collins, bound by his role as the chairman’s assistant, couldn’t speak too harshly and could only continue to play dumb: "President Sinclair said that once he’s finished with his current tasks, he’ll come to the company. Under his leadership, The Sinclair Group has nearly doubled, and Old Master Sinclair is proud of this achievement."

"No need for you to twist the facts," said a shareholder, rotund in figure, no longer willing to wait. He walked up, his eyes fixated on Assistant Collins, "Call Chairman Sinclair and ask him what he really means. We proposed that project; it had a great assessment, yet he’s just not willing? Tell him to stop avoiding me. Let’s meet in the conference room and have a frank discussion."

In the villa, having freshened up, Maxim Sinclair came to the bedside, looked at Summer Lowell still sleeping, his expression softened, though there was a helpless smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

What am I supposed to do with you?

Maxim glanced at the air conditioner temperature, pulled the quilt to cover Summer Lowell’s exposed shoulder and neck: "You continue sleeping, when you wake up, I might just be back from the company."

As he got into the car, Assistant Collins called again.

Over the phone, Assistant Collins’s voice sounded a bit cautious, presumably afraid of disturbing Maxim Sinclair.

Maxim cleared his throat: "I’m on my way to the company now. Tell me, are those shareholders causing trouble for you again?"

Hearing him say he’s heading to the company, Assistant Collins nearly shed a tear of gratitude.

"President Sinclair, please hurry, all the shareholders are sitting in the conference room, each one insisting on you agreeing to that project."

Maxim sneered: "Didn’t you tell them there’s already a similar project?"

"I did, but their intent is for you to give up on the project you’re keen on."

Over the phone, it wasn’t suitable to say much. Assistant Collins glanced at the shareholders in the conference room keeping their eyes on him, feeling a headache.

"If they want to wait, let them wait there. My car just left the villa district; it’s uncertain when I’ll arrive," Maxim thought of home, then considered the old shareholders waiting at the company, feeling a surge of irritation, "Not a single one is easy to deal with."

After hanging up, Assistant Collins quietly left the front of the conference room.

An hour later, Maxim Sinclair finally reached the company and headed straight to the large conference room once out of the elevator.

The moment he opened the door, the originally noisy conference room fell silent, and everyone present cautiously looked at him.

Assistant Collins followed closely and placed the necessary documents in front of him.

Maxim opened the document, glanced over it, then raised his head, looked around, and slowly said: "You all hurried my assistant and called me to come to the company. Exactly what’s so urgent? Isn’t it what’s said in the document in front of me?"

No one responded, and Maxim sneered: "I think I’ve made myself clear enough, I don’t agree with this project. The information on the project I requested has already been disseminated."

Seeing him so uncooperative, the previously silent shareholders began whispering to each other again.

Assistant Collins, from the first glance at Maxim Sinclair, knew he was in a bad mood.

Generally, when he’s in a bad mood and someone deliberately provokes him, the consequences...

Are unimaginable!

Maxim coldly watched the shareholders below whispering. After three minutes, he knocked on the table, and the shareholders ceased their noisy chatter, looking at Maxim Sinclair, angry yet speechless.

"All of you, you’re really noisy."

Several shareholders, older than his father, had their faces flushed with anger, if not for their image, they’d have stormed out.

"I’ll say for the last time, I don’t agree with this project. If anyone insists on investing in this project, they should find another way themselves."

Having finished speaking, Maxim deliberately paused for a while, observing the shareholders’ expressions.

Seeing the mix of pale and red faces, Maxim chuckled: "Besides, I heard from my assistant that you’re obstructing the Verdane project?"

Unable to hold back any longer, a shareholder stood up: "The Verdane land is unsuitable; the Huxley family is also eying that land now, and they have stronger channels than us. Isn’t it just switching projects? If you insist on this, be careful it might end up like The Bluegate Project."

"The Huxley family won’t be able to snatch it twice," Maxim clearly dismissed it, "I’ve taken a liking to the Verdane land, and I’ve already sent someone to negotiate. If nothing goes wrong, the land will be in our hands by the end of the year."

The shareholders below were very dissatisfied with his behavior today, and the noise arose again.

Maxim no longer had the patience to bicker with them, turned and instructed Assistant Collins, and then left the conference room without looking back.

He left casually, but poor Assistant Collins was surrounded by irate shareholders, demanding an explanation.

Assistant Collins lamented bitterly, having to patiently communicate with the shareholders until half an hour later, he was finally released.

Seeing his disheveled state, a secretary covering her mouth couldn’t help but laugh.

Assistant Collins glared at her angrily, then looked at the coffee stains on his body, and had no choice but to go to his office, fetch a set of spare clothes, then head to the bathroom to change before going to the chairman’s office to report on the subsequent situation to Maxim Sinclair.

In the office, Matthew happened to be there too.

"So soon? I thought you needed more time before those shareholders would let you out of the conference room." Maxim teased him, signaling Matthew to watch the spectacle.