Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 162: Charles Jenson Actually Wants to Reconcile with Vivian Sullivan

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Charles Jenson Actually Wants to Reconcile with Vivian Sullivan

Vivian Sullivan came out of the office, returned to her dormitory, pulled out her suitcase, and started packing.

Another doctor in the dormitory happened to return to put away some things. Seeing her like this, he curiously asked, "There’s more than half a month left until the end of training, where are you going?"

"I previously learned the remaining courses in Leonia during my studies, so it’s alright not to attend them. Plus, I have some matters to tend to, so I took leave from the leader." Vivian rushed to check her luggage, closed the suitcase, and made a gesture of encouragement to her colleague, "Keep it up, I’m leaving now."

"I’m so envious of you, being liberated so quickly," the colleague said, shaking his head admiringly.

After leaving the dormitory, Vivian checked into a hotel closest to Varden Villa. She deliberately took leave to be near Summer Lowell, whom she was concerned about.

Just as she finished her check-in procedures, Charles Jenson, Vice President of Sinclair Group accompanying a client, caught sight of her at the stairway.

Coincidentally, this villa belonged to the Sinclair Group.

Charles used his work privilege to obtain Vivian’s room number from the front desk. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The door was knocked on while Vivian was tidying her things; she thought the room service she had called earlier had arrived. Upon opening the door, she saw Charles, her face immediately turning sullen: "Why is it you?"

Charles smiled, with one hand on the door frame, looking at Vivian, who appeared unfriendly: "I happened to see someone who looked like you downstairs, followed up here, and it turned out to be our Dr. Sullivan. Long time no see. Aren’t you supposed to be attending training at the hospital? What brings you here suddenly?"

"Where I want to go is none of your business," Vivian replied impatiently, rolling her eyes, reaching out to close the door.

Charles suddenly held the door open: "There’s a restaurant downstairs with great food, how about trying it together?"

"There are lots of people queuing to go on a date with you. President Jennings can easily pick someone from your entourage. No need to bother with someone as dull as me," Vivian said, staring straight into his eyes, articulating each word clearly.

"How could that be? You’re not a dull person at all." Charles took advantage of her momentary distraction to push the door open arrogantly and walked in, seating himself on a chair.

Vivian rushed over, tugging his arm, trying to pull him out. Charles instead pulled her into his arms: "Don’t be angry. We’ve finally met here, can’t we let go of those unhappy past events?"

Vivian snorted coldly, slapped his hand away, walked to the side, and pointed at the door: "Either you leave now, or I’ll call the police to get you out. If I remember correctly, this hotel belongs to the Sinclair Group too. If you, a Vice President, are taken to the police station for harassing guests, do you think the hotel will still be open?"

"I don’t think you would do such a thing," Charles said, sitting undisturbed, and after a while, he remembered something, "Oh, your good friend Summer Lowell is at Varden Villa, not far from here. Should I take you to see her?"

The mention of this brightened Vivian’s eyes.

She had been worrying about how to meet Summer; hearing this from Charles, her interest piqued.

Seeing her expression softening, Charles smiled with satisfaction: "Your relationship with Summer is so good, you should know she has become the wife of my immediate superior, President Sinclair by now, right?"

"She was forced by Maxim Sinclair; aren’t you ashamed to admit it? Isn’t it harmful to Maxim’s reputation to talk about such disgraceful things?"

Charles chuckled and shook his head: "How much do you know about the grievances between Summer and President Sinclair? I advise you not to make hasty judgments."

Then changing his tone, Charles tilted his head, asking Vivian: "So, do you want to go see Summer with me?"

"I don’t need your help to meet her."

Charles chuckled ambiguously, leaning against the table behind him: "You won’t be able to arrange a meeting; if you don’t believe me, call now and see if you can meet Mrs. Sinclair."

Confident in his words, Vivian had a few doubts in her heart. After hesitating, she moved to the side to call Summer.

On the second call, Summer answered: "What’s up, Vivian? Aren’t you supposed to be in class at this hour?"

"I’ve completed most of my courses, and I’m on vacation now. What are you up to? I want to meet you."

Summer’s voice sounded a bit evasive: "Now? I’m feeling a bit inconvenient at the moment. I’m not in Stellarion these days; how about we meet after I return?"

Seeing a triumphant Charles, Vivian felt uneasy. She exchanged a few more words with Summer before hanging up.

She confronted Charles, face cold: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Charles remained with a smile: "What did Mrs. Sinclair say? Were you able to arrange a meeting?"

"She’s Summer Lowell, not Mrs. Sinclair," Vivian retorted.

"Your words don’t count; I have to go by Maxim’s wishes."

Vivian glared at him: "She said she isn’t in Stellarion recently and to contact me when she’s back."

Charles, who had just visited Varden Villa at noon, hesitated but didn’t reveal the truth.

Maxim Sinclair seemed quite frantic, better not get involved.

Charles touched the corner of his mouth, smiling: "Really a pity. What do you plan to do next? Will you continue to stay at this hotel?"

Looking at the luggage she had just packed, Vivian felt some regret. She should have called Summer before leaving the hospital, and now it’s a mess... perhaps she should return to the hospital.

"No need for your concern, I have plenty of places to go," Vivian said, once more aiming her finger toward the door, "But you need to leave now. If you continue to stay, I will definitely call the police."

Charles shook his head, stood up, and approached Vivian, leaning close to her ear to whisper: "We’ve been apart for so long, haven’t you realized you’re missing something?"

Vivian’s eyes widened as she stared at him: "Did you take my USB drive?"

"Yes, I did take it, but you got one thing wrong; that USB drive originally belongs to me. If you hadn’t been fortunate enough to get close to it, you know what the consequences might have been."

Feeling guilty from his words, after a moment, Vivian couldn’t help asking: "Tell me your terms, return the USB drive to me. As long as it’s not too unreasonable, I’ll try to meet them."

"I do indeed have an excellent condition," Charles lightly touched her hair, "Why not, like Summer returning to President Sinclair’s side, return to me so we can start over?"