Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 24 Rude! Yes, He Is More Than Rude!

As Sydney drove to Red Plum Resort, it suddenly began to rain, and the rain got heavier and heavier.

There was no space in the underground garage when she arrived at Red Plum Resort, so she could only park in the open-air parking lot. When she wanted to get off, she realized that there was no umbrella in the car. Hence, she had to hold her bag over her head and run into the rain while gritting her teeth.

Although the path was close to the lobby, Sydney was still drenched because of the heavy rain. She shivered all when the cold wind blew.

Upon seeing Sydney, the waiter immediately gave her a towel.

"Thanks." Sydney took the towel and dried her hair while talking to the waiter. "Today is Friday, so business should be good, right? Are President Smith and the others playing cards in their usual room?"

At that, the waiter assumed that she was President Smith’s friend and said, "Yes, Room 1103 is always reserved for President Smith."

Having successfully fished for the information, Sydney's lips curled into a grin.

After the waiter left, Sydney went to the front desk and ordered a pot of top-quality Earl Grey and scones.

She went to the private room with the plate in her hands. However, the moment she stepped in, the glass door was pushed open, and several men went in.

Julien looked up and inadvertently glanced over a row of private rooms. There, he saw a woman with a slim figure pushing open the door of a private room.

That figure was very similar to Sydney's...

"President Flint?” The man beside him saw Julien stop, so he asked carefully, "What's wrong?"

Julien withdrew his gaze and said faintly, "Nothing."

Sydney did not know that Julien was here. She entered the private room with tea and a smile.

She looked over the classically designed room. Four men were sitting in front of a table playing card while chatting comfortably. Among them, two old bosses were accompanied by young girls.

She had read the information about ZX before, so she quickly located President Smith among the four men. She walked over and greeted, "President Smith."

President Smith, who was playing cards, only gave Sydney a sideways glance. "Oh, who are you?"

"I'm Sydney Raines from Skylight Corporation." With a smile, Sydney placed the tea and snacks on the small table.

"I came here this afternoon to meet a friend. He has played cards with you before and praised you for your skills. Considering that our families have worked together before, I thought I'd come and say hello. I'm not disturbing anything, am I?"

President Smith hummed and continued to play. The man sitting to the south side of the table asked, "Your father is Harry Raines?"

"Yes."

"I know your father well. We used to play cards together. Your father is very good at poker," the man said as his eyes swept across Sydney from top to bottom. His gaze was obscure.

Sydney ignored the uncomfortable gaze and smiled back. "Yes, my dad’s poker skills were indeed good enough to compete with you, President Miles."

As the two chatted, the game finally finished.

He stood up and beckoned to Sydney. "My back hurts a little from playing. Why don’t you take over for me?"

Sydney revealed an embarrassed look. “I don't know how to play, President Miles."

"Your father is so good at cards. How bad can you be?" The man continued to beckon. "Come here. If you don't know how to play, I’ll teach you."

President Smith also spoke up. "Just play for President Miles. If you don’t want to play, then go out. Don't spoil the fun."

"..." Sydney could hear the dissatisfaction in President Smith's words.

Skylight Corporation was tottering on the verge of collapse, and all the capitalists looked down on Skylight, refusing to buy them. ZX could be arrogant because they knew that they were the only ones Skylight could turn to for the overseas order, and Sydney had to beg him for it.

She had come here today to beg ZX. Hence, she had to endure any grievance that was dished out.

Sydney’s hand clenching her bag suddenly loosened, and she went over to sit in President Miles’s seat with a shallow smile. "If President Miles doesn't mind, I'll play one game for you. It’ll be on me if I lose, but you can take the winnings if I win."

Only then did President Miles reveal a satisfied smile. He sat down beside Sydney and patted her shoulder." Don't worry. I’ll teach you."

Sydney turned her body to the side, quietly avoiding President Miles's hand.

Soon, a new game started.

President Miles glanced at Sydney’s cards. Her hand was pretty bad, and she was changing cards randomly. She really did not know how to play, but he did not say anything to teach her. Instead, he chatted with President Smith and the others while his hand was inadvertently placed on Sydney's chair.

Even with Sydney around, the several bosses talked openly and chatted about everything. From time to time, they would bring up a few vulgar topics too.

As they talked, the topic turned to Sydney and Julien's marriage.

President Miles deliberately asked, "Why did you divorce President Flint? How many hundred million dollars did you get from his assets?" This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"We didn’t get along. That was why we divorced." Sydney pursed her lips tightly and quickly replied," Since Flint Corporation belongs to President Flint, and I am in no position to take anything from him, I didn’t get anything from the divorce."

"How rude of President Flint." President Miles lamented and looked at Sydney unscrupulously. "To think you slept with him for six years, and he didn’t give you any compensation when you divorced.”

Sydney sneered silently.

'President Flint rude? Yes, he is more than rude! He only has Lyra Madden in his heart. He had never touched me before in our six years of marriage.'

However, if she voiced that out, everyone would laugh at her.

Sydney suppressed her emotions and smiled at President Miles. "It’s not like I have nothing left. I still have Skylight Corporation, which my father left behind. Mr. Miles, since you were good friends with my father, I hope you'll help me in the future."

President Miles guffawed. "Sure. Since you asked, how can I refuse?"

Sydney’s poker skills were very bad, and she lost every round.

By the end of the game, the pile of cash she brought in her bag was already emptied.

She had gotten caught in the rain earlier, and her thin sweater inside was half-wet. On top of that, the men all smoked in the private room, and the windows were wide open. As the cold wind whistled in, her head felt a little dizzy after a while, but she forced herself to endure it.

Seeing Sydney’s slender and exquisite hands, President Miles shifted in his chair and placed his hand on hers. "Play this card."

“Sydney, your hands are so cold." While he said that, he took the opportunity to grope Sydney's hands.

Sydney wanted to pull back, but President Miles grabbed onto her firmly.

He leaned into her and coaxed, "President Flint doesn’t know how to care for you, but I do. If you need anything, just ask me. Your company needs ZX to handle that overseas order, right? I'll talk to President Smith later and tell him to sign a contract with you!"

Already feeling very uncomfortable, Sydney's stomach flipped when she smelled the smoke and sweat on his body.

Her endurance, which had lasted since the second she came in, finally hit its limits.

Sydney forcefully pulled her hand away and shifted her chair, saying in a cold tone, "President Miles, I can't play if you do this.”

President Miles froze before his expression darkened, and he said angrily, "What's wrong with you? I was planning to put in a few good words to President Smith and help your company. How dare you show me an attitude like this?"

"You’re trying to help me? I think you just want me to sleep with you." Sydney tore his hypocritical mask.

"Your company doesn't even have the money to save itself in an emergency. It’s only a matter of time before it goes bankrupt." President Miles sneered. "You're really pitiful. You married President Flint for six years, but he didn’t even help you to save Skylight."

President Miles's words became more and more brazen. "Tell me. How else are you going to get the contacts and money to save Skylight now if not sell your beauty?"

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Sydney's hand grabbed the teapot on the small table and was just about to smash it on President Miles's head.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the private room before it was pushed open.

President Smith was about to throw Sydney out when he looked up and saw the tall figure at the door. He immediately stood up from his chair.

"President Flint.”