My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 213 He's a Middle-Aged Man

Sydney fell silent when she heard the hoarse male voice.

'So, Z-H's original voice sounded this bad?

'He also sounds quite old. It sounds like he's in his forties.

'Few men in their forties had self-discipline and were usually either pot-bellied or bald.'

When Sydney thought that she might have slept with a man in his forties who was bald and had a pot belly, her stomach flipped and she could not help but retch.

Julien heard this and became worried. "Are... Are you all right?"

He almost used his original voice. Fortunately, he reacted in time and changed back to his deliberately disguised voice.

Sydney did not notice this strange point because her stomach was too uncomfortable and shook her head weakly. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Mr. B."

When Julien heard the words "Mr. B", he instantly understood the purpose of her contacting him.

"Did you call me to ask me about the loan?" Julien lowered his eyes.

Sydney took a deep breath and said with a serious expression, "Yes. I want to know why you did that." "I told you, since you're the mother of my child, I'll be responsible for you," Julien squeezed his throat and answered.

Sydney pursed her lips. "And I told you that I don't need it."

"Whether you need it or not is your business, and whether I take responsibility or not is mine," said Julien.

Sydney was rendered speechless by his words.

Yes, she did not need him to take responsibility, but she could not stop him from taking responsibility either.

"Fine, if you want to take responsibility, then go ahead. However, paying off all my loans is a little too much. It was hundreds of millions of dollars." Sydney said, slightly in pain.

What kind of person could suddenly fork out hundreds of millions to help pay another person's debt?

Julien chuckled. "It's just a couple hundred million. It's not much for me."

"It's... not much?" Sydney almost choked on her saliva.

Julien hummed. "Yes, it's not much."

Flint Corporation's market value was in the hundreds of billions, and his personal assets were as high as eighty billion. Half of it was from Flint Corporation, and the other half was from other industries. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

In other words, he was filthy rich.

When Sydney heard the man casually say that several hundred million was not much to him, she admitted that she felt a little sour.

Sure enough, comparisons were odious.

If Skylight could take out more than a few dozen million, she would laugh until she went mad.

"Although it's not too much for you, it's a lot for me. Even if you want to take responsibility, you're going too far. Mr. B, you'd better ask someone to go to the bank to withdraw the funds back. If you

want to be responsible, just send me a suite or a car." Sydney rubbed her temples.

In short, she could not accept these hundreds of millions of dollars.

That night was both of their faults, so she could not accept this money with peace of mind.

"Sorry, but the transaction was already approved. The bank also canceled your loan information, so the money can't be withdrawn anymore." Julien quietly told her the facts.

Sydney bit her lip. "Then how...?"

"The matter has been finalized. You don't have to feel apologetic. I did this out of my own initiative, not because you told me to, so you don't have to feel

pressured. Well, I'm still in a meeting. Talk to you later. M

Julien directly cut off the call as if afraid that Sydney would continue to refuse.

On the other side, Sydney looked at the screen that jumped back to the WhatsApp interface screen and sighed.

It seemed like she would not be able to return the money.

However, even so, she would not simply accept the money.

At that thought, Sydney lowered her head and typed: [ I'll take these hundreds of millions as a loan from you. When my company earns money, TH pay you back.]

Julien reached outside the conference room door and had just raised his hand to push the door in when his phone vibrated in his other hand.

He lowered his hand that was about to push the door and raised the phone in his other hand. It was a message from Sydney.

Clicking into the message, he read the content and frowned.

Sure enough, no matter what he said, she would not accept it.

Forget it. If she wanted to pay him back, then so be it. It would be several years later by the time Skylight's business flourished enough to be able to take out several hundreds of millions without it affecting their operations.

At that time, would she still be able to find Z-H?

An arc curved on the corner of Julien's mouth. Then, he put the phone in his pocket and pushed the door in.

In Skylight Corporation, Sydney called Sophie over. " Notify the senior management of all the major departments for a meeting."

Since she figured out who the person who paid back the loan was and found out that there was no conspiracy behind it, she could naturally announce it to everyone.

She believed that she would be able to suppress Stephen again this time. After all, she was the one who settled Skylight's debts while Stephen could do nothing. That way, Skylight's hearts and minds would gradually shift to her side.

"Yes." Sophie nodded and went to make the arrangements.

Sydney stood up and went to the conference room as well.

A few days later, it was the day of the auction.

Sydney changed into her gown in the evening, put on her makeup, and went to the banquet venue with Luke.

When they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Sydney had just gotten out of the car when Hunter ran over." Sydney, you look stunning tonight."

He looked at Sydney up and down, his eyes full of amazement.

Sydney tucked a wavy lock of hair behind her ear and smiled. "Thank you. By the way, what are you doing here? Why didn't you go in?"

"I was waiting for you guys," said Hunter.

Luke got down from the driver's seat, rolled his eyes at Hunter, and said in an unkind tone, "Who told you to wait for us?"

Hunter also replied bluntly, "No one told me to wait. I wanted to wait by myself, but I wasn't waiting for you.

I was waiting for Sydney. You're just a sidekick."

"You..."

Seeing the two about to quarrel, Sydney quickly raised her hand to stop them. "Okay, okay, stop. There are so many people here, so stop embarrassing yourselves. Come on, let's hurry up and go in."

Since she said so, the two men naturally stopped.

Luke straightened his tie and his phone rang.

He took a look at it and raised his brows. "Darling, it's that boy Cayden. There are too many cars here and it's a bit noisy, so I'll go to the side to answer the call. Wait for me here."

"Sure, go ahead." Sydney nodded.

Luke glared at Hunter before going to the side to answer the phone

Hunter curled his lips. "I didn't even provoke him.

He's so inexplicable."

Sydney snorted a laugh. "Sorry, Hunter. Luke is..."

"No, it's fine. I'm not mad about it." Hunter waved his hand then thought of something and asked seriously," By the way, I heard that Skylight's debt was cleared. What happened? Where did you get so much money? You didn't make some kind of deal, did you?"

Sydney was exasperated at the question. "Of course, not. It was that person who repaid the loans. He said he was taking responsibility for me and the child."

Hunter instantly understood. "So, it's him. Now it makes sense. That person is filthy rich. He has tens of billions of dollars worth in personal assets. A couple hundred million is just a drop in the bucket for him."

"He's that rich?" Sydney was shocked.

Although Mr. B said that he was very rich, she did not expect him to have so much worth in personal assets. He even had a corporation behind him.

Hiss...

Sydney found it a bit hard to imagine.

In any case, Mr. B was as rich as Julien.

"Yep. He's the richest among us all. Didn't I tell you before?" Hunter looked at her.

Sydney smiled coldly. "You also didn't tell me that he was a middle-aged man in his forties."

"Pfft!" Hunter almost burst out laughing. "How do you know he's in his forties?"

"By his voice. I talked to him over the phone a few days ago. His voice was hoarse and sounded like a man in his forties. It didn't sound good at all. Besides, I only heard voices like that from middle-aged, potbellied, balding, and greasy men, so I even suspect that that's what he looks like," Sydney said, the dislike on her face not disguised in the slightest.