My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1139 Disgust

Clay disliked Sydney even more at that moment.

He thought, 'Sydney didn't immediately agree to see me. She must be keeping me waiting on purpose.

'She has the courage to do this just because of Julien's support.

'This kind of woman is too snobbish. She can't compare to Erin. She is not worthy of Julien at all.'

Just when Clay was ready to force his way upstairs, the receptionist suddenly said something on the phone, put down the receiver, and looked at Clay and his assistant. "Mr. McDaniel, sorry to keep you waiting. Ms. Raines has agreed to meet you. Please follow me upstairs."

After saying that, she made a gesture.

Once Clay heard this, he looked less annoyed, but he didn't restrain his temper. Waving his hand, he grunted coldly, "That's more like it."

Hearing this, the receptionist frowned and secretly rolled her eyes.

She thought, 'Shit, what an idiot! How dare he be so arrogant on someone else's territory?

'He didn't teach his daughter well, causing her to try to steal Ms. Raines' boyfriend.

'And even he himself is so rude.

'They are indeed a family!'

The receptionist was disgusted with Clay, but she was just a nobody, so she didn't dare to show it on her face, and she could only pretend that she had not heard anything. She led Clay and his assistant toward the elevator.

However, the receptionist hoped that Sydney could teach this person a lesson.

As Clay followed the receptionist, he looked around Skylight.

Looking at the old interior, Clay did not hide his contempt.

To disparage Skylight, he deliberately touched the elevator wall.

Obviously, there was no dust on the elevator walls, but he pretended that there was dust. He put his hand in front of his mouth, blew it in disgust, and then clapped his hands as if to get the dust off.

While clapping, he said mockingly, "Skylight's decoration is from decades ago, right?"

The receptionist, of course, saw everything Clay did. She hated him even more.

She wasn't stupid. As a receptionist, she saw countless outsiders every day, so she had a keen eye.

She could naturally see that Clay was ill-intentioned and that he was trying to belittle Skylight.

She was an employee of Skylight. Although it had declined, it treated the employees well. Plus, Sydney and Julien were in love, so they were never worried about Skylight's future, as well as their own future.

As a result, they had a strong sense of belonging to Skylight, and naturally, they didn't want others to disparage Skylight.

But even though the receptionist was unhappy, she didn't flare up. After all, she was just a small receptionist, and she couldn't do anything but frown and put on a cold look.

She had already decided that when she saw Sydney in a while, she would complain to her about Clay.

'I can't do anything to this annoying guy, but Ms. Raines can. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

'If not, Julien can help us.'

Thinking of this, the receptionist did not even look at Clay. She stared at the elevator door and said with a cold smile, "Skylight's building was built more than twenty years ago, so the decoration is old. Although it cannot be compared with the current decoration, at that time, it was the most fashionable. "

"No wonder," Clay sneered. "Even so, it has been more than twenty years. It's time to change it. After all, the decoration can let outsiders feel whether a company is progressing or not. If it keeps the old decoration, people will feel that this company hasn't changed at all and doesn't deserve any expectation."

The implication was that Skylight had been abandoned by the era, without the slightest possibility of making progress.

The receptionist secretly clenched her hands and replied with a fake smile, "Mr. McDaniel, you can't say that. Skylight has not changed the decoration, just because we are thrifty. It's not that we can't afford to change it. You have to know our relationship with the Flint Corporation, so it's only a matter of time before we change the decoration. Besides, even if we don't change it, for the sake of the Flint Corporation, others will not look down on Skylight, right? So it doesn't matter whether the decoration is changed or not. After all, Skylight has the support of the Flint Corporation, and Mr. Flint is behind Ms. Raines."

How could Clay not understand the receptionist's words? She was saying that the McDaniel family had offended Julien and pushed him even further away and that he might not back them up in the future.

Clay's face turned livid with anger, yet he couldn't really do anything to the receptionist.

If word got out, others would laugh at him, a president, for having trouble with a receptionist. That would be humiliating.

However, this receptionist's sarcastic words stung him.

He couldn't blow up. What could he do?

He could only hold back.

So it became silent in the elevator.

Clay stared coldly at the receptionist. He could not do anything else. He failed to belittle Skylight. On the contrary, he made himself angry, unable to vent it.

Soon, the elevator arrived and opened.

The receptionist breathed an imperceptible sigh of relief, walked out of the elevator, and made a gesture to Clay and his assistant, pretending that nothing had happened before. "Mr. McDaniel, this way, please. Ms. Raines' office is not far away."

Clay coldly glanced at the receptionist, snorted, straightened his suit collar, and walked out of the elevator.

The assistant followed closely behind.

"Here we are." The receptionist brought Clay to the president's office and knocked on the door.

Sydney's voice soon sounded. "Come in."

The receptionist opened the door. "Ms. Raines, I've brought Mr. McDaniel over."

Sydney put down the pen in her hand, looked up at the receptionist, and nodded slightly. "Let them come in. Make some coffee."

"Okay," the receptionist answered, led Clay and his assistant into the office, and went out to make coffee.

Sydney got up and walked to Clay. "Mr. McDaniel, welcome to Skylight. Have a seat."

She pointed to a couch not far away, signaling Clay to take a seat.

Clay glanced at the old-fashioned couch. A trace of dislike flashed in his eyes. Without responding to Sydney's words, he walked over, sat down, and crossed his legs arrogantly.

Seeing this, Sydney narrowed her eyes. Her face turned cold. She was about to say something when the receptionist poked her head in.

"Ms. Raines, I can't find the coffee beans. Can you come with me?" The receptionist gathered the courage to wave at Sydney.

Sydney raised her eyebrows.

'She can't find the coffee beans?

'How is this possible?'

The coffee beans used to entertain the guests were specially placed in the cabinet of the break room. They could be found as soon as one looked up.

So the receptionist was obviously lying. She must have something to tell Sydney in private.

Thinking about it, Sydney nodded her head slightly. "Okay, I'll be right there. Go wait for me in the break room."

Seeing this, the receptionist sighed in relief and quickly disappeared in the doorway.