Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 167: Finally Found Sheryl

"Going out to have fun?" Vivian Sullivan blinks for a moment, then her gaze eases, "So what you’re saying is, Summer Lowell is doing pretty well now? Then I’m relieved."

Charles Jenson looks up at her, lightly stroking his chin with his right hand, his expression carrying a hint of complex emotion: "It seems like the relationship between you and Mrs. Sinclair really isn’t bad."

Vivian Sullivan’s face falls again, she fixes her gaze on him, speaking slowly: "I’ve told you many times, don’t call Summer Mrs. Sinclair. Summer doesn’t want to be Mrs. Sinclair."

"Well, I’ve told you too, your words don’t matter. Summer and President Sinclair are legitimately married through legal procedures, so it’s proper to call her Mrs. Sinclair, whether you want to admit it or not."

Having already extracted the information she wanted, Vivian Sullivan sees no need to stay here any longer, turning to leave.

Charles Jenson doesn’t let her leave so easily: "Wait, where are you going?"

Vivian Sullivan looks puzzled: "Where could I go, just leaving here, what else?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"You came to me just to ask about this one thing?" Charles Jenson seems quite displeased, pursuing her into the office and pressing the fingerprint button beside the door, locking it, "We haven’t talked much, and you’re eager to leave, what’s the rush."

"I don’t think there’s any need for us to continue talking." Vivian Sullivan takes a step back, warily watching him, "But thank you for agreeing to meet me today and for those words."

"Your gratitude is not sincere," Charles Jenson unhurriedly moves to the desk, picks up the landline, instructs his assistant to order lunch, then turns his head, speaking to Vivian Sullivan, "Have lunch with me, no other talk, at least as friends, is that okay? Remember, your good friend is still Mrs. Sinclair, and if you want to know anything in the future, you’ll need me."

He’s got a point, and though Vivian Sullivan is very unwilling, she can only accept the invitation: "Fine, I’ll have lunch with you, but just lunch."

Charles Jenson clicks his tongue twice: "No one’s ever responded to my invitation with such a perfunctory attitude, you’re the first."

Aware of his many tactics, coupled with Summer’s complicated situation, Vivian Sullivan doesn’t wish to provoke him more, suppressing her impatience, she politely walks back to the sofa: "Looks like you’re not finished with your work, should I sit here and wait for you?"

This time her tone is polite, but Charles Jenson remains unsatisfied: "I like the attitude you had when you were my girlfriend the most."

Vivian Sullivan lets out a cold laugh: "A qualified ex is usually dead, it’s rare for us to speak so calmly, I advise you to be content."

Before she finishes speaking, Charles Jenson is already before her, Vivian Sullivan leans back slightly, propped against the sofa, her voice subtly uneasy: "What are you doing? Speak at a distance."

"Why are you flustered?" Charles Jenson’s warm breath sprays on her cheek, while wearing a playful smile, "Your gaze is erratic, it seems facing me, your heart isn’t completely frozen!"

Vivian Sullivan feels a bit awkward, squeezing through the gap she created, she rises and circles to the back of the sofa, her tone cold: "I’m just afraid you’ll suddenly snap, in which case I can’t beat you, no romantic notions, I advise you not to have any illusions."

"Not having illusions won’t work." Charles Jenson chuckles self-deprecatingly, leisurely straightening up, dusting off his clothes, "I was relying on this bit of affection to get close to you, you’re quite ruthless, no matter what, you won’t listen to my explanations; if you had, you and I could be happier than President Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair now."

"Are you kidding me? President Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair happy?" Vivian Sullivan bursts into sarcastic laughter, "You really don’t understand your boss, I advise you to observe more, forcibly twisted melons aren’t sweet."

"If they’re sweet or not, you only know by tasting." Charles Jenson doesn’t want to continue arguing, picking up his coat, gesturing to take her out.

Vivian Sullivan glances at the pile of files on his desk, kindly reminding: "You’ve still got work unfinished."

Charles Jenson glances back, unconcerned, continuing towards the exit: "Can’t finish, didn’t I just tell you? The next half month I have to work overtime, can’t finish anyway."

Charles Jenson, despairing, invites her out: "Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat something delicious, it’s what I used to tell you about when I was in Leonia, always wanted to bring you to try, I thought I’d never have the chance, but fate’s been kind, it gave me this opportunity."

Vivian Sullivan presses the door he’s about to push open, holding back irritation, reminding him: "Outside are your secretary and assistant, please be careful, don’t say things that lead to speculation."

"Let’s go." Charles Jenson neither agrees nor refuses, gently pats her hand away, opens the door, and leaves ahead.

...

The butler walks to Maxim Sinclair’s car, puzzled as he helps open the door: "Young master, why did you drive yourself today, where’s the driver?"

"Urgent business, had to come back." Maxim Sinclair looks up at the window on the second floor, "How’s Summer Lowell today?"

"The same as usual! But today she wasn’t reading, she’s been drawing all day."

Maxim Sinclair nods, heading directly to the master bedroom on the second floor, finding Summer Lowell by the window, busy with her sketchbook, indifferent as always, focusing solely on her task.

"Do you know what your good senior has been up to?" Maxim Sinclair squats in front of Summer Lowell, snatching the book from her hands, "My people in Meridia found Sheryl, and they were about to bring her back when another person suddenly showed up and took her. The clues left on the scene suggest the sudden group is related to your senior."

Summer Lowell grips the pencil in her hand, looking up coldly at him: "All you’re good for is these tactics, don’t think I don’t know you’re targeting my senior because you want to support another member of the Huxley Family."

"You sure know a lot," Maxim Sinclair gently strokes her cheek, "but you’re too naive, not even aware you’re being used. Do you think your senior is a good person? Did you know he returned to Stellarion for the Huxley Family’s inheritance?"

Surprise flickers in Summer Lowell’s eyes, then she nervously looks away: "Your mouth is yours, you say what you want, now with your strong prejudice against him, besides listening to you, that’s all I can do."