Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 135: Justin Huxley’s Scheming Persistence

Justin Huxley laughed wordlessly and pointed to a group of noticeably older people on the left side: "I came here for the two people in there. They’re our clients, making our clients happy is of utmost importance."

As a designer, Summer Lowell understood what clients meant, and she sympathetically raised her glass to Justin Huxley: "I understand, so I wish you success today, senior."

"With your blessing, I feel confident about today’s engagement." Justin Huxley smiled warmly, then changed the subject to Maxim Sinclair, who had been quite prominent today, "Summer, though it might not be my place, as your senior and friend, I just have to ask, what’s going on between you and Maxim Sinclair? How did you suddenly get together? I distinctly remember you saying it was impossible between you two..."

"Senior, it’s not so sudden." Summer didn’t want to discuss the contract with him, and to prevent the smart and perceptive Justin from guessing the truth, Summer steeled herself and shifted all the blame onto herself, "I was with him before, but we separated due to certain reasons. Recently, I realized I misunderstood him, so after going around in circles, we got back together."

"I didn’t catch any key points from what you just said," Justin Huxley chuckled helplessly and didn’t dare press Summer, opting instead to probe indirectly, "So what’s your relationship now? Are you really going to register marriage with him?"

It’s just a contractual marriage.

Summer was well aware of her background, knowing she couldn’t possibly become the real Mrs. Sinclair.

Just like before!

In the end, didn’t she have to leave in disgrace!

Plus, with Maxim being such a golden boy, possessing excellent conditions, she was merely a temporary amusement for him.

"Something like that."

Summer dodged the question, lowering her head to eat the ice cream that had just been brought over.

Justin Huxley, unwilling to give up, knew that it would be hard to get closer to Summer in the future, so he intended to take advantage of the present atmosphere to gather more information from her.

Unfortunately, by coincidence, Maxim Sinclair returned early.

From a distance, he spotted the two people laughing and talking in the gazebo under the verandah.

Charles Jenson, who had followed him, glanced into the distance then at the moody Maxim Sinclair beside him, "I just noticed, it seems Justin Huxley is deliberately approaching Summer."

"I know." Maxim Sinclair squinted slightly, gently tapping his leg with his right hand in an irregular rhythm, "I previously told you to have someone watch Justin Huxley, you did that, right?"

"We’ve been watching all along, to avoid being noticed, our people have been very discreet." Charles Jenson looked at Maxim Sinclair, whose expression was growing increasingly odd, thought for a moment, and couldn’t help but speak his mind, "President Sinclair, is there some misunderstanding between you and Summer? I always feel something’s off about how things are going between you two."

Maxim Sinclair understood what he meant and smiled noncommittally, "The biggest problem between us is the meddling Justin Huxley. Once that unstable factor is dealt with, everything else will naturally resolve itself."

Not convinced, Charles Jenson still felt something was wrong, but the car was already parked outside the corridor, making it unsuitable to continue the discussion.

Charles Jenson had to hold his tongue.

Maxim Sinclair walked briskly to Summer’s side, his gentle tone containing a hint of disapproval, "How come you’re eating this the moment I look away."

Summer, never having had him control her food intake before, asked somewhat blankly: "What’s wrong? Can’t I eat ice cream?"

"Ice cream is too cold, you’re usually busy with work and don’t have time to exercise, your immune system must be weak. Can you handle such cold things? What if we want another child..." Maxim Sinclair said, taking her hand, "Look, your little hand is ice-cold, better not eat it."

Charles Jenson, who had followed along, was about to chime in when Maxim Sinclair’s glare stopped him.

Unaware of these two’s actions, Summer, blushing furiously, quietly withdrew her hand, "I’m not as weak as you think. This ice cream is quite tasty; I’ll just eat half more and stop."

"Is it really that good?" Maxim Sinclair bent down, grinning at Summer, "Then I should try some too, how about feeding me a bite?"

Seeing Maxim Sinclair being so cheeky, Summer was both shy and annoyed. She simply pushed the ice cream to the side, placing the spoon inside, "If you want it, take it yourself."

Charles Jenson, who hadn’t left yet, quickly mediated, "President Sinclair, keep it in check, we’re outside. Aren’t you afraid we bachelors will get jealous?"

Justin Huxley, suddenly called out, tugged the corner of his mouth but didn’t respond.

Maxim Sinclair smiled, pulled out a chair, sat next to Summer, and reached out to take the water Charles Jenson handed over, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then finally addressed Justin Huxley, who had been fiddling with his phone in silence: "Why don’t you go have fun with them? I remember your reason for coming today was Boss Jacobs, right? Boss Jacobs is leaving soon, if you don’t join him, your contract negotiations might not go well."

Justin Huxley glanced into the distance, slowly stood up.

"Then I really shouldn’t delay any longer, I’ll be off, pardon me." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As soon as Justin left, Charles Jenson wisely found an excuse to slip away again.

Summer checked her watch, then asked Maxim Sinclair once more, "You’ve finished your game and provocations, can we leave now?"

"But I think the effect isn’t quite as expected." Maxim Sinclair looked at Justin Huxley’s departing figure, deep in thought.

Unable to fathom what was on his mind, Summer suppresses her irritation, "I’ve signed the contract and naturally won’t breach it. Besides, I’ve told you before that there’s nothing between Justin and me. Do you have to keep treating him like an imagined rival?"

"Don’t worry, I know what to do." Maxim Sinclair withdrew his gaze, stood up again, "I’ll go to the restroom, wait here for me, and then join me for dinner."

Inside the restroom, Charles Jenson, who was coming out, saw him enter and said with a smile, "I just heard good news, it seems Justin Huxley’s contract with Boss Jacobs is likely falling through, apparently someone intercepted it. Who knows which kind-hearted person did it? Well, President Sinclair, you should be happy about this, shouldn’t you?"

Maxim Sinclair listened, without a hint of happiness on his face, as he turned on the faucet and carefully scrubbed his fingers, the same ones Justin Huxley had shaken before.

Charles Jenson, noticing his bad mood, thought for a bit and asked, "What else has Justin done?"

Maxim Sinclair, grabbing a paper towel, said, "He’s still coveting Summer. I can’t tolerate that. He needs a lesson!"