My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 25 You Don’t Have to Worry About Me!

President Flint?

Sydney looked at the door of the private room just in time to meet Julien's cold eyes. In just one second, she looked away and let go of the teapot in her hand.

"President Flint, what brings you here?" President Miles, who was sitting beside Sydney, stood up and said politely.

The men in the room were all one or even two generations older than Julien. However, all of them knew Julien's skills in the business world.

Furthermore, Flint Corporation was in its heyday, so they did not dare to argue blatantly with Julien.

Julien glanced at Sydney, walked in, and said in a low voice, "I heard that President Smith was playing cards here, so I came to say hello."

"It’s Friday. Since there’s nothing to do, I thought I'll come over to play some cards." The arrogance President Smith had in front of Sydney disappeared. At that moment, he said to Julien with a smile. "Ms. Raines just happened to look for me to talk about the order too, so she played a few rounds with us.”

President Miles also smiled. "Yes, I was friends with Sydney’s father. Her father was quite good at poker, but she keeps losing maybe because she's not very lucky."

The two other bosses also said a few words and took the opportunity to exchange business cards with Julien.

Only Sydney fiddled with her cards and remained silent.

After receiving their business cards, Julien walked towards President Smith with his long legs and said faintly, "You guys continue playing. I'll watch.”

President Smith understood the man's intention as soon as he saw his action and immediately gave up his seat.

Julien pulled out the chair and sat down, only to realize that the high collar of Sydney’s sweater was wet and stuck to her fair neck along with some strands of hair. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Cough cough!" Sydney suddenly coughed twice when she touched her cards.

Julien also felt the coldness and glanced at the wide-open window before going over to close it. Then, he called for the waiter and ordered, "Bring me a blanket."

President Smith’s gaze changed when he saw Julien's behavior.

However, Sydney turned a blind eye to Julien's words and presence. Once she had looked at her cards, she exchanged one.

The waiter soon brought the blanket over.

"Thanks, but I’m not cold." Sydney politely took the blanket, tucked it behind the chair, and continued to play.

Julien frowned at how stubborn she was, and he began to feel annoyed.

That woman had no experience with the business world, yet she still had the guts to come here and play cards with some old foxes. Was she not afraid of being eaten alive?

Perhaps it was because of Julien’s presence or that everyone else in the private room knew his relationship with Sydney, but the atmosphere in the room became very harmonious. No one made

any dirty jokes anymore.

Even President Smith secretly sabotaged himself to help Sydney.

Sydney naturally knew what those men were thinking. She sneered at him silently but pretended not to understand what they were doing and continued playing.

The cards in her hand got worse and worse. President Smith wanted to win but did not dare to call it.

Julien's frown deepened when he heard her cough a few more times. When it was Sydney's turn, he leaned over and tossed in a few chips for her.

Sydney caught a whiff of the cold fragrance on the man's body and felt even dizzier. Then, she leaned

backward.

After that, Julien played the entire round for her.

President Smith looked at Julien and said apologetically to Sydney, "An old customer of mine suddenly increased his order a few days ago, and I signed with him without telling the company. I only found out today that the overseas goods your company needs are very urgent. I'm really sorry, Ms. Raines.

"I'll call the company later and sign your contract at 9 a m. tomorrow. I'll definitely get the factory to get your goods done as soon as possible."

Since President Smith showed such goodwill, Sydney accepted it. "In that case, I'll leave it to you, President Smith. Cough cough..."

Her coughs grew worse, and her cheeks started to flush. That made Julien feel even more agitated, and he pulled out the blanket behind her chair. He was just about to wrap it around her when she seemed to have sensed him and suddenly stood up, avoiding contact with him.

"President Flint, President Smith, I still have work to do in the office. You guys can continue with the game. I'll handle the bill for today's tea and snacks."

After that, she picked up her bag and left.

Her high heels clicked on the ceramic tiles, and her slender figure disappeared outside the door of the private room.

President Miles did not care about Sydney leaving. He continued to play while inviting Julien. "President Flint, there'll be a wine reception tomorrow night at 7 p.m. Do you have time to come and try some good wine?"

"I have plans tomorrow night," Julien said indifferently and stood up without even looking at his cards.

He glanced over at President Smith and the others at the poker table, his gaze sharp beyond comparison. Then, he said in a low voice, "No matter how bad my ex -wife's poker skills are, no one can bully her. Don't you agree, President Miles?"

"Y-Yes..." President Miles forced a smile. “You’ve misunderstood, President Flint. We didn't bully Ms. Raines."

"About that plan you mentioned about building a resort in the North District, I've read it, and I'm not interested." Julien tossed the cards on the table with a cold expression. "You can look for a new partner, President Miles."

The man picked up his jacket and left with large strides.

President Smith was shocked when he looked at Julien’s cards. "Sydney’s cards were so bad, but after President Flint took over, it became good...”

President Miles felt like his soul left his body. He sat in his chair, paralyzed. "Aren't they divorced?"

Yes.

The men exchanged looks with mixed feelings.

The outside world knew that Julien and Sydney's marriage was broken. However, everyone could see just now that Julien was protecting his ex-wife.

When Sydney came out of the private room and saw that it was still raining, she asked the front desk for an umbrella.

It was not only raining heavily but also cold outside, and the freezing wind made Sydney's cough worse. She walked to her car and was just about to open the door when someone grabbed her wrist tightly. 2

Julien's eyes darkened when he felt the coldness of the woman's hand. "You can't drive like that. I'll send you back." 1

"Let go of me, Mr. Flint." Sydney wrenched her hand away and said coldly, "Even if I can't drive, I can hail a cab. You don't need to worry about me!"

Sydney used to be meek and good-natured. She had never spoken like that before. Even the way she said ' President Flint' was harsh.

"Sydney, we're divorced, that's all. I'm not your enemy." Julien spoke to her patiently, "You can tell me what you need. There’s no need to make yourself suffer and come here to play cards with President Smith."

Sydney's lips tugged into a sneer. "Compared to the grievances I suffered in our marriage, what happened today was just child's play."

Just then, her phone rang.

She ignored Julien and took out her phone to see that it was a call from Luke. She quickly picked up. "Hi, are you done with your company affairs?"

"Not yet. I'm on a business trip to South Lake, and I won't be back until next Wednesday."

"It's fine. All the best," Sydney said and coughed twice again. "ZX will sign the contract with us tomorrow."

"Didn't I say I'll deal with it when I get back? Did they bully you?"

"Yeah."

Julien was standing right beside Sydney. Even if she did not put the call on speakerphone, he could vaguely hear their conversation.

He watched Sydney acting like a spoiled child to Luke, telling him to buy two outfits from the new season from a brand store. It was much different from how meekly she used to act. An overwhelming irritation filled his heart.