Lydia Ingram’s smile disappeared from her face, a trace of coldness gleaming in her eyes. She didn’t greet Monica Usher as she stepped straight out.
Joe furrowed his brows and followed.
Monica Usher didn’t hear what Joe said to her, but she could sense that Lydia Ingram was angry, and that figure seemed a bit cold.
Did something happen?
The neighboring CEO’s office was lavishly decorated. This was Ariel Chandler’s first time here, and she found her way by asking around.
She felt a sense of luxury and stood before the desk, seeing Lydia Ingram enter. She hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Lydia, I made your favorite black chicken soup, simmered for two hours. Come and taste it while it’s hot!" she said, stepping forward to hold his arm.
"Who told you to come?" Lydia Ingram’s face was full of displeasure, shaking off her hand and sternly asking, "Didn’t I tell you not to come to the company?"
"Why can’t I come?" She reluctantly hid her discontent and asked innocently, "I am your lawfully wedded wife."
Lydia Ingram told her, "Go back, right now."
The woman had tears in her eyes, feeling wronged and said, "I see you’ve been working overtime a lot recently. I’m really concerned about you, so I specially brought you some chicken soup. Why are you so angry?"
Lydia Ingram’s expression remained cold, "Because you disregard what I say. A woman should stay behind!"
Joe was awkward at the side, hoping they wouldn’t start arguing since there were people next door.
"Lydia, try some chicken soup first. It won’t taste good if it gets cold." She said, reaching to open the thermal bowl.
"Just leave it!" Lydia Ingram took a sip of coffee, holding the cup steadily, "Go back!"
"No, I want to wait for you to get off work." Ariel Chandler began to pout, "I told the driver to go back first."
Lydia Ingram glared at her impatiently, "Then take a taxi home. I don’t even know how late I’ll be working."
"No!" She protested, feeling wronged.
"Leave!" Lydia Ingram raised his voice, startling her!
Then he told Joe, "Escort the lady downstairs! Call a taxi for her!"
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From the cold, dangerous gaze of the man, Ariel Chandler clearly saw the disgust and disdain. Her heart sank halfway.
"..." The woman kept holding back.
Not to embarrass herself, she had no choice but to leave first.
But she already had a judgment on certain matters in her heart.
As she passed the deputy office’s door, she couldn’t help but slow her pace and take another look inside, where she saw the woman working behind the desk.
She could already ascertain that her husband’s overtime was because of her.
Investigating Monica Usher’s entry date matched perfectly with her husband’s overtime schedule.
After going downstairs, Joe really called a taxi for her and told the driver the address.
Ariel Chandler felt very dissatisfied, but she had no choice. She couldn’t possibly walk home, right?
Thinking of the scene she just saw, thinking of the two people happily interacting in the same office, so familiar, just the two of them.
A strong sense of crisis surrounded her, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do.
After all, her husband has been married ten times. A man like him only has temporary loyalty to marriage, never having any resolve.
Thinking about it made her feel like crying.
She didn’t want to be abandoned, she didn’t want to cut off her financial support.
The night wind was slightly cool, bewildering her eyes.
At this time, the white Maybach drove away from Kingston Group.
Hailey Hale sat in the front passenger seat while Finn Morgan drove. Within the five-minute trip, he glanced at her ten times and finally asked, "Why aren’t you watching the drama?"
"It hasn’t updated yet." The girl leaned back in her chair, half-heartedly replying.
Finn Morgan found it hard to accept this reason. Wasn’t it because she was tired of looking at Anton Miller’s face? Or was it because she didn’t like watching anymore??