Chapter 200

“That won’t do either!” The receptionist’s attitude was firm, a disdainful expression on their face. “You better get out of here quickly. Your appearance is simply affecting our company image.”

I laughed angrily. “How does my appearance affect your company’s image? Am I uglier than you, or do I dress more shabbily?”

The receptionist was taken aback, then sneered. “Aren’t you just someone with a pretty face? What’s so special about that? And now, you’re shamelessly back to pester Mr. Humphrey.”

“I advise you to leave quickly,” the receptionist continued, pushing me out with a disgusted look. “Otherwise, Mr. Humphrey will personally drive you away later, and it won’t be pleasant.”

My suitcase was kicked by my feet. The ground was so clean it reflected light; she kicked my suitcase several meters away. I glared at her fiercely and quickly retrieved it.

The receptionist, unwilling to accept this, followed with an arrogant expression. However, the next second, their face changed; the arrogant attitude vanished, replaced by respect. They stood respectfully by the door. I frowned as I looked over.

I saw Reynaldo walking in, surrounded by his assistants and bodyguards. His perfect face was expressionless, his eyes indifferent and aloof. All the employees greeted him respectfully. He walked straight to the elevator without looking away, his assistant reporting on work beside him.

I clumsily picked up my suitcase and looked at him. As he passed, he didn't glance at me, as if yesterday's encounter never happened. But I knew he wouldn't let me go; I knew he hid a wildly passionate heart beneath his indifferent exterior.

Reynaldo entered the elevator, surrounded by assistants and bodyguards. The lobby returned to its previous liveliness once the elevator doors closed. The mockery and disdain continued. The receptionist immediately adopted an intimidating look and tried to drive me away. I ignored them and walked straight towards the elevator.

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The receptionist caught up, grabbing me. “Hey, you shameless woman, I told you to get out, didn’t you hear me?”

I pushed her away, coldly replying, “You’re just a small receptionist. Do you really think this company belongs to you? Even if you’re acting tough, there’s a limit.”

“You!” The receptionist’s face reddened with anger.

I ignored her. The moment the elevator doors opened, I dragged my suitcase inside. When the doors closed, I could still hear the receptionist's angry scolding. I lowered my gaze to my suitcase, mocking myself. I was down and out; everyone wanted to push me down further. Ah, those people were really boring.

I knew where Reynaldo’s office was and went straight there. Dragging my suitcase past the president’s office caused a stir. However, its proximity to the executive office prevented loud discussion; they only glanced at me and whispered. I knew their whispers weren't kind. It didn't matter anymore.

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Reynaldo seemed to have informed the secretary at the president’s office entrance. When I approached, she didn’t stop me, only looking at me with a disdainful expression.

I pretended not to notice and pushed open the president’s office door, walking in. Reynaldo stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, making a phone call. His back was to me; his silhouette was tall and cold-hearted. This wasn't my first time in his office. I remembered my family's bankruptcy, how I'd dressed provocatively and begged him. Since then, I'd lost my self-esteem, completely falling into his grasp.

Reynaldo was on the phone the entire time, discussing work matters. I stood quietly by the door, my suitcase making me look destitute and ridiculous. He, in his high-end suit, exuded luxury. Ha! It's different when people are prosperous. When they'd first married, he hadn't been so pretentious.

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I was daydreaming about the past. I don’t know how long it took, but he finally ended the call. He turned, casually glanced at me, then returned to his chair, opening documents to sign. For a while, he ignored me completely.

I frowned. “I came. Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?”

“Come here!” he said without lifting his head.

I was dragging my suitcase, about to walk past, when he said, “Just leave the suitcase there; no one will take it.” His tone was slightly disdainful.

I was stunned, then placed the suitcase by the door and walked toward him. Standing before his desk, I watched him smoothly sign the documents. Believe it or not, this man was not only handsome but also wrote beautifully. I stood there a while; he remained silent.