Ma'am, The World Is Waiting For Your Divorce

Chapter 214

Ma’am, The World Is Waiting For Your Divorce Chapter 214

The more Hailey thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and the more she wanted to show Jocelyn an initial strength.

She pointed at Jocelyn’s nose. “Miss White, I’m going to tell you today, don’t think that just because you are a well-known designer now that you can look down on your clients. You’d better think carefully, who knows in the future that the friend of your client might be your boss. Don’t you think so, Miss White?”

She wanted to exert some pressure on Jocelyn, and she was doing it very blatantly. It was as if Rhode had become Skyler’s wife, and in the next second, she could ask Rhode to tell Skyler to fire Jocelyn.

Jocelyn glanced at Hailey lightly. There was no emotion in her tone when she said, “Miss Young, besides these, do you still have any other requirements for the design? If not, then I will proceed. You can enjoy your tea; I’ll go back to work first.” After Jocelyn finished speaking, she got up and left. She walked to the door of the reception room and heard Hailey shout angrily, “Jocelyn!” Jocelyn turned her head and glanced at her. Jocelyn’s cold and sharp gaze made Hailey’s heart skip a beat

Jocelyn said nothing. Then, she opened the door and walked out. Hailey was so angry that she almost said that her sister Rhode might be Jocelyn’s boss, but Jocelyn still dared to disrespect her like this.

This really pissed her off. When Rhode got together with Skyler, she would teach Jocelyn a lesson. At the same time, inside the president’s office on the top floor. Rhode looked at Skyler cautiously. “Mr. Moore, I have always wanted to personally apologize to you about the previous scandal, but unfortunately, I never found the opportunity to do so. When we were in Greene City, I wanted to apologize to you in person, but at that time, you didn’t answer my calls or reply to my messages, …” Skyler looked indifferent and interrupted her directly, “It’s not necessary.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Rhode bit her lip, looking pitiful.

It was a pity that Skyler was looking down at the document and never at her. Rhode pursed her lips tightly. “Mr. Moore, if you don’t need my apology, then what about gratitude? After all, I am the beneficiary of this scandal, will it affect your work?”

Skyler frowned and looked up at her. “What the hell are you trying to say?”

Rhode braced herself and reached out to take off the outerwear of her dress slowly. “Mr. Moore, I want to… thank you.”

Skyler’s pupils shrank and his expression instantly became extremely cold. The temperature in the office also seemed to plummet. “Put it back on.” Rhode was a little scared. “Mr. Moore, I…”

Skyler’s indifferent voice made her a little scared. “Miss Ginn, have some self-respect.” Rhode looked embarrassed. She stood there pitifully and did not move.

Skyler had run out of patience. “You apologized to me, and I don’t need you to thank me. You can leave now.”

Rhode was a little sad. Although she planned to use Skyler to climb up the social ladder, she genuinely liked this man too.

He was powerful, indifferent, and domineering. Every bit of him was fatally attractive to her. She did not believe that there were men who would not be moved by beauty. She stood there stubbornly, reaching for the straps of her dress.

Skyler did not expect the girls nowadays to be so thick-skinned.

His expression was as cold as frost, and he said bluntly, “Miss Rhode Ginn, I think you may have misunderstood. I ignored the scandal because I don’t care about it at all. Also, I have a wife. She has a better background than you, she is prettier than you, her body is hotter than yours, and she’s more highly

educated than you. “I already have the best of the best, so I won’t be interested in inferior fakes. Please stop this. Besides, I have no plans to betray my wife. Please go out now, don’t force me to ask someone to throw you out. If that happens, all of us will be embarrassed.” Rhode finally froze and she was looking at Skyler in disbelief, “M…Mr. Moore, you have a wife?”