My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Sydney certainly felt the malice from Stephen.

She was not surprised since he was hostile to her from the very beginning.

Unfazed and indifferent to it, she continued her way forward, went past him, and left the building.

Her indifference annoyed him so much that his hands trembled.

The follower behind him was indignant and fanned the flame. "Mr. Dayton, she's being too arrogant. Even though she's the chairman, you're a senior to her. It's impolite that she didn't even greet you." Stephen sneered. "She is arrogant because she has Julien backing her up. But one day, I will make her pay the price."

"That's right." The follower agreed and believed in his words.

"Enough flattery. Let's go." Stephen looked back in the direction Sydney had left and then turned away. He forced himself to calm down and walked toward the elevator.

Sydney didn't know anything about their discussion.

She didn't want to know. At the sight of Julien's car, she smiled, waved, and ran over.

Julien quickly opened the car door and got out, extending his arms.

Sydney threw herself into his arms.

"Why did you run so fast? Aren't you afraid of falling?" Julien wrapped his arm around her back and patted her head.

Sydney looked up at him. "I didn't want to keep you waiting for too long."

"Even so, you don't have to be so anxious. It would hurt me if you fell. Besides, it doesn't bother me to wait for you. I'm willing to do this," Julien said, dropping a kiss on her forehead. Sydney noticed passersby looking at them with smiles that conveyed warm blessings and blushed with embarrassment.

"Alright, I understand. Let go of me, and let's get in the car. There are so many people here, and they are watching," Sydney said, patting his chest.

Knowing that she was shy, Julien lovingly rubbed her hair and listened to her. "Alright, let's get in the car."

He held her hand and walked around the front of the car to the passenger side, opening the door.

Sydney bent down, got in the car, and took the bag off her shoulder. After placing it on her lap, she handed another bag to him. "There is no place for this bag. Put it in the backseat." "What's inside?" Julien took the bag and opened it. However, the box was wrapped up, and he couldn't see what was inside.

While fastening her seatbelt, Sydney

answered, "We're going to see Grandma tonight, aren't we? I didn't want to go empty-handed, but I

didn't have time to prepare a gift et

during the day. Luckily, Luke came to my office in the afternoon bringing a lot of specialties from his mother's hometown. I selected some ingredients for making soup that is beneficial for the elderly and prepared to bring it to Grandma."

"They're from Luke?" Julien frowned instantly.

Sydney knew he was jealous again and helplessly shook her head. "No, from his mother. Mrs. Chase knew I like these foods, so she sent Luke to bring them to me. It has little to do with Luke. Feeling better now, my dear Mr. Flint?"

Her words lulled his jealousy and greatly delighted him.

He lifted his chin slightly, maintaining his elegance, but his eyes gave away his satisfaction. "Yeah, much better. Please convey my gratitude to Mrs. Chase."

"Sure! I will let her know. Alright, it's getting late. Let's go," Sydney said, securing the buckle in place.

Julien opened the back door and placed the bag in the backseat. "Okay."

Then he walked around the back of the car and got into the driver's seat. He started the car and headed toward the old residence.

Erin had returned from abroad in the morning. Back at home, she was overcome by exhaustion and went to sleep.

Upon waking up, she descended the stairs when she heard the argument between her grandfather and father and the voice of her mother who was trying to mediate.

Erin subconsciously lightened her footsteps and slowly descended while holding onto the railing.

As she got closer to the ground floor, the voices from below became clearer.

The meek and apologetic voice of her father then came into her ears. "Dad, please stop scolding me. I was wrong, and you've been scolding me all afternoon. I screwed up, and it won't solve anything. "Yeah, Dad, please calm down." Clay's wife served them coffee and advised the old man.

Mr. McDaniel took the cup and glared at the couple opposite him. "You have the nerve to say that?"

He put the cup down with a thud and pointed at Clay with a trembling finger. "Before you left, I reminded you to be humble and apologize to that woman with a gift. Sydney was born into a rich family, and she is vain by nature. That's why she wouldn't let go of Julien. If we promised her enough benefits, she might be delighted and put in a good word for us, and then Julien would forgive us. You promised to do a good job, but what were the good results? You didn't bring any gifts, but you put on airs. It's really frustrating."

Mr. McDaniel glared at his son and continued, "Not to mention Sydney, even I couldn't accept such a thing."

Clay cringed, reasoning, "I didn't

expect that woman to be so vain. I planned to give her a gift and make a proper apology. On second thought, why did I have to do that? We're close to Julien. Even if we made a mistake, she, an outsider, should gladly forgive us and help us advise Julien. After all, you're

Julien's mentor, and our families

have always been on good terms. If

she refuses, we will cause her

trouble till Julien breaks up with her, so..."

"So, you disregarded my instructions?"

Clay bowed his head and fell silent.

Turning livid, Mr. McDaniel pointed at Clay's nose. "You... You are simply ignorant. No wonder so many people at the company say that you're useless and will eventually lead the company to bankruptcy." "Who is so bold that he denigrates me like that? I'll fire him!" Clay stood up in anger.