My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

How could Irvin not complain to Mr. McDaniel?

Irvin knew about Clay's trip to Skylight and his purpose.

After all, before Clay went there, Irvin, Mr. McDaniel, and Clay had a small meeting in the conference room to discuss how to gain Sydney's forgiveness and agreement to plead with Julien for them.

And before Clay set off, he swore that there would be no problem and that he would succeed.

Yet what about the result?

Clay was thrown out.

The reason was that his attitude was arrogant and that his apology was insincere.

Clay seemed to have forgotten what they had said during the meeting.

It really pissed Irvin off.

"Hello." Just as Irvin was thinking, Mr. McDaniel's old but spiritual voice came from the phone.

Irvin hurriedly sat up straight. "Mr. McDaniel, I have something to tell you. It's about Clay."

Meanwhile, Mr. McDaniel, who was dressed in white sportswear, stood in the garden of the villa, sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Obviously, before answering the phone, Mr. McDaniel was exercising.

"What is it? Is he back from Skylight?"

Mr. McDaniel asked as he took the towel from the butler and wiped the sweat off his face. He walked to the gazebo with the phone in his hand and sat down. Irvin shook his head. "Not yet, but he'll be back soon."

"So what's the situation? Does Sydney..."

Before Mr. McDaniel could finish his question, Irvin let out a tired sigh. "Mr. McDaniel, I'm sorry. Clay failed."

"What?" Mr. McDaniel suddenly stopped wiping his sweat, and his rosy old face darkened. "Failed?"

"Yes."

Mr. McDaniel narrowed his eyes.

'How could he fail?'

"Did that woman put on airs? Does she think just a visit is not enough and want something else?" Mr. McDaniel gritted his teeth, his voice sullen.

Hearing that Mr. McDaniel thought badly of Sydney from the very beginning and didn't blame his son at all, Irvin felt a sense of helplessness.

He didn't believe that Mr. McDaniel didn't know what kind of person his son was.

'Mr. McDaniel definitely knows, but he doesn't want to think about whether his son has done something wrong, and instead, he blames everything on someone else, which is obviously stupid and biased. 'No wonder Clay has developed that kind of character.'

Irvin naturally didn't say so. Dropping his eyelids, he replied, "Of course not. Clay failed due to himself."

"What did you say?" Mr. McDaniel frowned. "It was my son's fault?"

"Yes." Irvin nodded. "We said at the meeting to have Clay replace Miss McDaniel to apologize to Ms. Raines. Even though Ms. Raines didn't see the culprit apologize to her, as long as the McDaniel family visited her, apologized sincerely, and compensated her considerately, she would more or less soften and forgive the McDaniel family. However..."

Irvin was a little hesitant.

Mr. McDaniel squeezed his cell phone tightly with impatience. "Just go on!"

"Yes," Irvin answered. "Clay promised us at that time, and we prepared the compensation gift, but he suddenly backtracked. He didn't bring the compensation gift over at all. He went to Skylight with his assistant. After he went there, his attitude was very haughty. Ms. Raines didn't accept his apology. On the contrary, it increased the contradictions between her and the McDaniel family. In the end, Ms. Raines sent security guards to drive them out of Skylight."

Bang!

Mr. McDaniel directly pushed his coffee cup off the stone table in front of him onto the ground. His old face reddened in a rage, and his chest heaved violently. "That asshole actually dared to go against me and mess things up!"

Last night, after he went to the Flint family's old residence to see the Old Madam Flint, he realized that he was not thoughtful enough. He should have brought some gifts there.

But yesterday, it was his temporary decision to visit Old Madam Flint, so it was understandable that he did not prepare gifts.

Plus, Mr. McDaniel thought that he was on good terms with the Flint family, so it didn't really matter whether he prepared gifts or not.

However, Old Madam Flint did not think so. She felt offended by Mr. McDaniel, who came to her without any gift.

Mr. McDaniel was not happy, but he learned a lesson and knew he should bring gifts when visiting the Flint family, although the two families were friends, lest they look down upon the McDaniel family, not to mention Sydney, who had nothing to do with the McDaniel family.

Thus, they should, of course, go to her with a gift, especially when it came to an apology.

So even though Mr. McDaniel was not willing to spend this money and give Sydney a gift, he had someone prepare a generous apology gift. He thought as long as they restored their relationship with Julien, the money would be earned back sooner or later, so he shouldn't be stingy about it.

However, he didn't expect that all of this would be screwed up by his son. It really drove Mr. McDaniel crazy.

"Mr. McDaniel? "Irvin's concerned voice came from the phone.

Mr. McDaniel took a deep breath, managed to calm himself, and pinched his nose as he responded, "I'm fine. I see. I'll educate that jerk."

"OK, Mr. McDaniel." Irvin nodded. "With all due respect, Ms. Raines seems to want Miss McDaniel to apologize to her in person. What do you think?"

Mr. McDaniel, who doted on his granddaughter, naturally frowned tightly when he heard this.

But thinking about their relationship with the Flint family, he could only suppress his affection for Erin.

"I've plans for Erin. I'll bring her to Sydney once Erin recovers from her jet lag," Mr. McDaniel said with a wave of his hand.

Irvin was relieved to hear that.

"Alright then, Mr. McDaniel, I'll leave you alone. Someone posted online that Clay had been kicked out of Skylight, and now the Internet is full of jokes about us. The McDaniel Group's stock prices fell again, so I've got to go and control the market."

"Go ahead," Mr. McDaniel said.

The phone was hung up. Mr. McDaniel narrowed his eyes and cursed his son before dialing a number.

At the same time, Clay was already on his way back to the McDaniel Group. He was sitting in the car, reviling Sydney non-stop.

His words were so rude that the assistant driving the car couldn't bear to listen to them and found Clay laughable.

It was clear that Clay, rather than Sydney, was at fault.

However, Clay did not feel he was wrong at all. Instead, he thought that it was all Sydney's fault, cursing her fiercely, which was very ridiculous. Just then, Clay's cell phone rang, interrupting his swearing.

Clay took a breather and finally quieted down. The assistant was instantly relieved, grateful for that phone call.

'Dad?' Clay tugged on his tie and took out his cell phone. As he saw the caller ID, the anger on his face suddenly changed to amazement.

Immediately after that, he became apprehensive.

Clay somehow had a bad feeling about this phone call.

He hesitated whether to answer it.

He was afraid to answer.

However, if he didn't answer it, he would be punished by his father when he went back.

In that case, he had to answer it.

Clay gripped the phone tightly, and after dithering for a while, he gritted his teeth and picked up the phone. He put the phone to his ear and said carefully, "Dad?"