Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 29 Your Compensation is Too Shabby

Ignoring Julien's dark expression, Hunter continued to ask, "So what's the deal with you sending mangoes to Skylight?"

Julien frowned. "I didn't get anyone to send mangoes to Skylight."

After learning from Hunter that Velma scolded Sydney because of the mangoes, Julien’s face became even more sullen. He called Four Seasons Orchard to ask.

The person in charge there checked and hurriedly apologized. "We're sorry, President Flint. Our delivery boy didn't know about your divorce and thought that Ms. Raines was still your wife, so he sent the mangoes to her company. I’m really sorry."

Julien had put the call on speakerphone. Hence, Hunter, who was sitting on the opposite side, also heard it. "Sigh, poor Sydney. She was scolded by your mother for nothing."

Speechless, Julien pinched his temples. He was annoyed.

He did not expect someone would dare to secretly take pictures of him in Red Plum Resort. He did not expect Velma to run to Skylight to cause trouble for Sydney because of a wrongly-delivered box of mangoes.

When the waiter served the food, Julien asked Hunter, "Did Sydney talk to the people at You2?”

"Yep. She'll be visiting their factory on Thursday."

Hunter also praised Sydney. "I think that even if you didn't talk to You2 in advance, with Sydney's eloquence, the other party would be willing to help her with that batch of goods. Although she just joined the business world, she's a quick learner and is quite capable." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Is that so?" Julien suddenly felt that he knew Sydney but had not paid any attention to her at all.

He had been married to Sydney for six years, but all he saw was the image of her being busy in the Flint residence.

She would prepare delicious meals for him to eat when he came back and iron his suits. She was a competent wife.

Unexpectedly, besides taking care of the house, Sydney was also excellent in other aspects.

Hunter shrugged. "You'll know if you see for yourself next time. This ex-wife of yours is really quite good.

"But there’s something I’m confused about, Julien.

Wasn't ZX going to sign with Skylight? Why did you still introduce You2 to her?" Hunter asked, "Now you owe You2 a favor because of that. You2 will definitely annoy you with this favor." "This overseas order is important to Skylight because they’re on the verge of bankruptcy." There was no change in Julien's expression as he ate his food. "ZX is good at handling overseas products, but they're not as good and not as famous as You2. If Skylight can latch onto You2 for a long-term collaboration, Skylight won't have to go around begging for partners. The partners themselves will come to Skylight's door and send money to them."

"Why does that sound wrong to me?" Hunter rubbed his chin. "Julien, are you opening up contacts for your ex-wife?"

Julien was silent for a moment before saying indifferently, "She didn't take anything from the divorce and didn't even want the house. This little thing is just compensation from me to her.”

"Then your compensation is too shabby. She stayed in your house for six years." Hunter laughed. "If I were Sydney and had to be ordered around by your mother every day for six years, I'd think that even a billion dollars would be too little..."

Julien slammed the cutlery down before Hunter could finish speaking and grabbed the suit jacket on the back of the chair. "I'm going back to the office."

Hunter watched the man open the door and called after him. "I'm just telling the truth. You don't like how it sounds, Julien?"

What answered him was the slam of the door.

"Go on, break it. It won’t be me paying if the door

breaks anyway.” Hunter shrugged. He called the waiter in and ordered more food.

Velma coming to Skylight to make a scene was secretly recorded by the staff and spread within the business circle.

Everyone was quite surprised. They did not expect that Julien, who was decisive and cold in the business world, had such a shrewish mother. Some people even saw a version that had been maliciously edited and felt that Sydney was too much. She should not have done that to her former mother-in-law.

Some people also concluded that Sydney had been with that male model from Valen Entertainment for a long time and only got divorced because Julien found out that she was having an affair.

All sorts of conspiracy theories ran rampant.

Sydney did not have time to pay attention to that boring gossip. Once she finished handling the work at the office, she went to South Lake on Thursday.

You2's factory was located in South Lake’s industrial base and covered a very large area.

Sydney said hello to the boss of You2 and followed him to visit the workshop. She watched the workers make overseas goods and inspected the goods that they made. They talked from early to late afternoon, and at 2 p.m., both parties signed the contract.

A relaxed smile appeared on Sydney's face when she saw You2's stamp on the contract.

She shook hands with the boss of You2. "This batch of goods will be hard on you since it's almost New Year's. I'll get my secretary to send you and the workers some gifts."

"Of course. Thank you, Ms. Raines.”

Sydney politely declined his invitation to have a meal together and bought a ticket home for 3 p.m.

She returned to Port City by 4:30 p.m.

When she came out of the airport passage, the person next to her was walking in a hurry and accidentally bumped into her, almost knocking her phone away.

"I'm sorry."

Since the other party apologized, Sydney did not argue with her about it. She was one step ahead of the woman and picked up the silk staff on the ground. The other party just happened to look up when Sydney handed it over.

Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Sydney greeted her politely. "What a coincidence, Mrs. Madden."

When Mrs. Madden saw that it was Sydney, her gentle face darkened.

She pulled the silk scarf from Sydney's hand without saying thank you. Instead, she said coldly, "We’ll be having dinner with Julien's parents today to determine the date of his engagement with

Lyra. Ms. Raines, since you’ve divorced Julien, please stay away from him."

Sydney's red lips curled into a grin. "I'm so sorry. If I hadn't asked President Flint for the Azure Heart, he would've gotten engaged to Ms. Madden long ago."

"You-" Mrs. Madden's expression was ugly as she glared at Sydney.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Madden. Regret isn't a word in my dictionary, and I'll never look back. Mr. Flint and Ms. Madden are a good match." After saying those words, Sydney brushed past Mrs. Madden and walked away confidently.

Mrs. Madden wanted to warn Sydney but was instead infuriated by a few words from her.

With a grim face, she pushed her suitcase out of the airport and inadvertently saw Sydney say something to her secretary. When she got into the car, her side profile flashed past Mrs. Madden’s eyes, giving her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Mrs. Madden stared at the car in a daze until it drove out of the airport.

"Dear." Brandon hurriedly came over and took the suitcase in Mrs. Madden’s hand. "There was a traffic jam along the way, so I was delayed by a few minutes."

When Mrs. Madden ignored him, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Tit's nothing." Mrs. Madden withdrew her gaze and followed Brandon to the car. She asked, "Where are we eating tonight?"

Brandon opened the back door and escorted her in." At the Grand Hyatt Hotel owned by Flint Corporation. It's just a dress. You should've had it sent to Port City. Why did you have to go to South Lake to get it? How tiring."

"It's Lyra's favorite dress, and she has to wear it tonight. I was afraid someone else would be careless and spoil it." Mrs. Madden said, "We’ll be having dinner with the Flint family today. She can’t embarrass herself."

"Yes, yes. I know you love Lyra. Get in the car."

Mrs. Madden got into the car and saw a large bouquet of Baby's Breath by the window seat. The smile on her face instantly disappeared into a mix of feelings.

Brandon got in as well. When he saw Mrs. Madden holding the bouquet, his eyes also darkened slightly.

"Today is Clarice's death anniversary."