Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 147: Recalling the Beautiful Days of the Past

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Recalling the Beautiful Days of the Past

Musk waved his hand repeatedly upon hearing this: "Director Lowell, what you said is not correct. We’ve come to Stellarion today to prove your innocence."

"Prove my innocence? I didn’t see that. All I see is you desperately trying to pin the blame on me." Summer Lowell looked at him with mockery. "What, did I hit a nerve? Too ashamed to admit it?"

Musk’s face turned sullen, but he was really in no position to reprimand Summer Lowell, so he hinted at Noah, who had been silent all along, "President Norris, is this how you indulge your subordinates?"

Noah rubbed his forehead and lightly rebuked Summer Lowell: "Speak properly, don’t get so worked up, everyone knows you’re innocent."

"Do you believe your own words, President Norris?" Summer Lowell tidied up the messy stack of documents in front of her, held them in her arms, then looked up at Musk and others, "I’ll say it one last time, these matters have nothing to do with me, I can’t provide any evidence, if you really want to burn bridges once you’re across, then stop dawdling, anyway I know quite a few are eyeing my position."

After Summer Lowell finished speaking, she ignored the dissatisfaction of Musk and others, bowed slightly to Noah, and left the office with those files.

.....

Assistant Collins rushed to push open the door to Maxim Sinclair’s office and entered.

Behind the desk, Maxim Sinclair took a glance at him while continuing his video conference with partners across the ocean. After about twenty minutes, Maxim Sinclair turned off the video call and beckoned Assistant Collins: "What is it?"

Assistant Collins placed the tablet in front of him: "It’s been found out, the real orchestrator behind Miss Lowell’s situation should be Justin Huxley."

"I suspected it was him." Maxim Sinclair was unsurprised, his fingers slowly flipping through the pages, "Julian Huxley’s advantages are so prominent, he surely can’t sit still."

"Should we perhaps find a way to inform Miss Lowell, since she seems particularly trusting of Justin Huxley right now?"

Assistant Collins tentatively suggested, he had another motive for making this suggestion.

Although Maxim Sinclair appeared indifferent, Assistant Collins, as a special assistant, spent most of his day by his side and naturally noticed his occasional genuine emotional outbursts.

Over on Summer Lowell’s side, overwhelmed, Maxim Sinclair seemed cold on the surface, yet he was also anxious due to her setbacks.

More accurately, he was worrying about Summer Lowell, but stubbornly refused to admit it.

Maxim Sinclair was silent for a while, then shook his head and refused Assistant Collins’s suggestion: "Keep monitoring, and meanwhile gather all evidence of Justin Huxley’s private maneuvers. Only when the evidence is irrefutable will Summer Lowell be willing to believe what kind of filth lies beneath the refined exterior of her senior she holds dear."

Seeing him adamant, Assistant Collins couldn’t persuade further, and could only pass the order to the subordinates as he was told.

"President Sinclair, if there are no other orders, I’ll take my leave."

Assistant Collins hurried over just to report this matter and get instructions. Now that it’s done, he had no reason to stay.

Maxim Sinclair stopped him, who turned to leave, with a strange look, pausing before asking: "Do you think... someone like Justin Huxley is quite adept at winning young women’s favor?"

Assistant Collins was about to nod, but seeing Maxim Sinclair’s expression, he quickly changed his answer: "He’s skilled in deception, don’t forget, he fooled Tina Huxley’s entire family."

"Such pretense, truly repugnant."

Assistant Collins nodded in agreement: "But Miss Lowell is very smart, once she’s given a clue, she can uncover Justin Huxley’s true nature herself, which would be more effective than you telling her directly."

"You’re quite right." Maxim Sinclair shook his head, smiled helplessly, "Summer Lowell simply doesn’t believe what I say. If I were to tell her that Justin Huxley has harmed her like this, she would probably turn right around to complain to him."

Though Assistant Collins didn’t want to admit, this outcome indeed had a high probability of occurring.

No wonder Maxim Sinclair would act like this this time.

The whole afternoon, Summer Lowell was in her office, flipping through the photos and anonymous accusations Musk had brought.

Assistant Fletcher came in once, worried about her condition, but at this time, Summer Lowell just wanted to be alone.

After looking through the materials Musk brought countless times, the bored Summer Lowell walked to the window and gazed aimlessly at the view outside.

The location of her office was perfect for enjoying the scenery, but unfortunately, she might not be able to see this view soon.

Summer Lowell watched for a while, picked up her phone, and started browsing job websites, preparing to find a new job.

She was a bit hesitant about whether to stay in Stellarion or return to Leonia.

Vivian Sullivan transferred herself to Stellarion for her sake, and by regulation, Summer Lowell had to stay in Stellarion for at least a year.

Vivian came for her, Summer Lowell felt somewhat guilty about leaving her alone and running back to Leonia.

But if she were to continue staying in Stellarion, she wouldn’t escape Maxim Sinclair’s influence.

Oh right, she almost forgot, she still had a one-year contract with Maxim Sinclair.

Summer Lowell tossed her phone back down.

She really wanted to know what Maxim Sinclair intended.

He put so much effort into sabotaging her work, he must be up to something.

Before knowing his true motive, she shouldn’t rush to find another job, lest she end up being unable to stay in the industry.

"It’s ridiculous!"

Summer Lowell took out a bottle from the side cabinet, the sweet wine Assistant Fletcher had previously given her. She pulled out the cork and didn’t bother with a glass, drinking straight from the bottle.

The taste of this sweet wine was unique, Summer Lowell’s eyes flashed with surprise as she raised the bottle, carefully looking at the design on the bottle.

No wonder the taste was so familiar, turns out it’s the wine she had drunk before.

This wine was produced in Sylvale, a century-old sweet wine from that region.

When Summer Lowell was still working as a secretary beside Maxim Sinclair, she often accompanied him on business trips to Aeridor.

One time on a business trip, it was during the transition from spring to summer, and coincidentally, she and Maxim Sinclair had been in a relationship for just over half a month.

To please her, Maxim Sinclair specially booked a resort hotel by the mountains and waters, one of the hotel’s features being its sweet wine with a secret recipe passed down for over a century.

Summer Lowell personally didn’t enjoy drinking.

But that night, with the gentle breeze, fragrant flowers, under dim lighting, she nestled beside Maxim Sinclair and unknowingly drank more than three bottles of sweet wine.

That was the third time in her life that she drank alcohol; sweet as the wine was, it packed quite a punch.

She vaguely remembered that after dinner, amidst good-natured teasing and laughter, Maxim Sinclair carried her in the floral-scented breeze, slowly returning to their accommodation.

Thinking back on it now, it was indeed a very beautiful memory.