My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 24

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."