My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1140 The Brainless Clay

Seeing the receptionist leave, Sydney turned back and said to Clay, who was sitting lazily on the couch, "Mr. McDaniel, my employee needs my help. Please wait a moment. I'll be right back."

She maintained a polite smile on her face, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She just couldn't bring herself to be warm toward this man.

Setting aside the fact that he was Erin's father, she had no good feelings toward the McDaniel family. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

And every move made by Clay irritated her.

She had never seen any visitor who acted as arrogant as him.

"Go ahead, but you'd better be quick. I have other things to attend to, and I don't have much time to waste here," Clay said arrogantly, lifting his arm to check his watch.

Obviously, he didn't consider Sydney as his equal, but rather as a small potato he could summon at his will.

Sydney squinted at him, lowered her eyes to hide the coldness within, and smiled before leaving the office.

The assistant standing behind Clay glanced in the direction Sydney had gone, feeling somewhat uneasy. He said, "Mr. McDaniel, is it really appropriate for you to talk to Ms. Raines like that?"

Clay, who was crossing his legs, paused and looked up at the assistant with dissatisfaction. "What do you mean? Are you speaking up for her?"

"No. I'm not." The assistant quickly shook his head, explaining, "I'm just thinking about our own interests. After all, we came to seek Ms. Raines's forgiveness, but you were a bit unfriendly. I felt like we came to pick a fight."

His voice trailed over, and he didn't dare look at Clay.

Clay's face fell. "What did you say? I'm here to pick a fight?"

"No." The assistant shook his head. "I mean it's not quite appropriate. I think we should be a little humbler to achieve our goal."

He placed her open palms facing downward, hoping to calm down his boss.

Clay snorted in disapproval. "Why should I do that? Who does she think she is?"

He angrily pointed in the direction Sydney had left and raised his voice. "She's younger than me, and I'm a senior to her. When I apologize to her, she should be sensible enough to accept it. She should have voluntarily shown her magnanimity before I said anything. Yet you want me to be humbler. Do you think she's worthy?"

Clay's arrogant words struck the assistant dumb. He was speechless.

No wonder everyone in the secretarial and PR departments was preparing to resign, saying they couldn't see a future in this company.

He didn't believe it at first, but now he was convinced.

'With such a man at the helm, the company will definitely go down.

'Your family offended someone, and you came to apologize. Instead of being humble, you're so arrogant.

'Are you so eager to see your company collapse?'

The assistant rolled his eyes and didn't try to advise Clay again.

Whatever! It was not his company anyway.

With that in mind, he lowered his head and stopped talking, determined to be invisible from then on.

Sydney went into the pantry and closed the door behind her.

The receptionist was pouring water when she heard the sound. She put down the kettle in her hand, turned around, and saw Sydney approaching. She nervously wiped her hands on her apron and greeted her. "Ms. Raines, you're here."

Noticing her nervousness, Sydney smiled gently and said, "Didn't you call me over? Relax. I'm not going to eat you. So, what's the deal?"

Hearing Sydney's soothing words, the receptionist blushed and gradually relaxed.

"Well, here is the thing. Just now..."

The receptionist recounted all that had happened since the arrival of Clay and his assistant in detail.

Sydney heard her out and snorted. "They're so arrogant at my place. Do they think I'm a pushover?"

"That's right. They went too far. You must make sure they pay for their actions," the receptionist said indignantly, clenching her fist.

Seeing the receptionist so angry, Sydney suppressed her anger and smiled. "Don't worry. I know what to do. Thank you for defending our company."

The receptionist bashfully scratched her head. "I am also a member of Skylight Corporation, and I'm obliged to defend it."

"You'll get a double bonus this month," Sydney said with a smile.

The receptionist was surprised and then enthused, "Really?"

"Yeah. I never joke about such things?" Sydney beamed and continued, "You can go to the finance department later and tell them it's my decision. They will confirm it with me."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Raines," the receptionist said excitedly, bowing to her.

Sydney shook her head with amusement and helped her up. "Alright, get the coffee ready."

"Right away." The receptionist picked up the kettle again and poured water into the cups.

After it was done, she put on the lids and placed the cups on a tray.

Just as she was going to pick it up, Sydney beat her to it. "Leave it to me. I'll take it over myself. When you go downstairs later, call over some security guards and ask them to wait at the door to my office. When they hear me driving the visitors away, they can come in and take action."

The receptionist's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly. "Consider it done."

Sydney nodded and carried the tray out of the pantry, heading back to her office.

Her office was next door, and she could hear faint voices coming out from inside and the mention of her name.

She knew that it was Clay and his assistant talking about her. She pursed her lips and deliberately kicked the office door to create a noise.

The two inside the office heard the sound and immediately stopped talking.

Despite his earlier arrogance, Clay couldn't bring himself to say those words to Sydney's face.

Even his attitude had softened considerably, which disgusted the assistant standing behind him.

'Seriously? You're mean only to your own people?'

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Mr. McDaniel." Sydney walked over with a smile, pretending not to hear their conversation, and put the cups in front of them.

Clay glanced at the coffee, but he said nothing.

The assistant, however, politely thanked her.

Sydney looked up at him, surprised by the sincere look in his eyes.

She had thought he would be as arrogant as his boss.

Since Clay was mean, his people couldn't be good either.

But this assistant seemed quite sensible.

It was a shame that he worked for someone like Clay.

Sydney lamented to herself, but she soon pushed the thoughts to the corner of her mind. Sitting down across from Clay, she said indifferently, "Mr. McDaniel, try this coffee and see if you like it."