My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 250 Acting Like She Understood

At the same time, a sudden thunderclap echoed in the sky outside. A lightning bolt struck down, seeming wanting to split the sky in half, and illuminated the night sky for an instant.

In Shallow Bay, Sydney was awakened by the thunder and sat up in bed, feeling panicked and stuffy. She did not even know what she was panicking about.

She raised her hand, turned on the light, and rubbed her temples. Then, she took the cup from the nightstand and took a few sips to calm herself down.

However, the moment she finished drinking the water and put it back, her eyes suddenly widened in shock.

At the end of her bed directly opposite the uncurtained floor-to-ceiling window, a terrifying skeleton suddenly appeared.

Were her eyes playing tricks on her?

Sydney hurriedly closed her eyes.

Two seconds later, she reopened them and looked toward the floor-to-ceiling window again.

However, it was pitch-black, with only the neon lights reflected from outside. There was no skeleton at all.

"Phew..." Sydney immediately sighed in relief and patted her chest.

'My eyes really were playing tricks on me.

'Well, what era are we in? There's no such thing as sentient animals, much less ghosts and monsters.

'It was a false alarm.'

Sydney thought about the trick her eyes played on her and shook her head, feeling amused.

The next day, she arrived at the company.

Sophie, who was waiting at the door of her office, bowed. "Good morning, President Raines."

"Morning. Why are you waiting for me here? Did something happen?" Sydney took out her access card and swiped it across the lock on the door before pushing it in.

Sophie followed her. "I just received a notice from Flint Corporation regarding the new energy collaboration project. They need you to go over for a meeting." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"The meeting will be held in Flint Corporation?" Sydney, who was pulling out the chair, paused.

Sophie nodded. "Yes."

Sydney frowned subtly, but her brows quickly relaxed again. "Alright. What time is it?"

To be honest, she did not really want to go to Flint Corporation.

However, Julien was the main person in charge of the project. Once he decided on the venue of the meeting, no one was qualified to oppose unless they wanted to give up the collaboration. Since it was not easy for her to get a spot in this project, how could she give it up so easily?

Even if she did not want to go, she had to go.

"2 p.m.," Sophie answered.

Sydney took off her jacket and sat down. "Got it. Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Mr. Lowe sent you a ticket this morning." Sophie opened the folder in her arms and took out a ticket, giving it to Sydney.

Sydney took it and looked at the fashion introduction on it. She could not help but laugh. "He really got a ticket for me."

"Mr. Lowe wanted to wait for you to come over and give it to you personally, but he left in a rush after taking a call," Sophie said.

Sydney put the ticket into a drawer. "It's probably about his work. Okay, you can go back to work now."

"Yes." Sophie nodded and went out.

With that, Sydney turned on her computer and started working.

At noon, she received a call from the police station telling her about the investigation result of the incident at the restaurant.

The verdict given by the station was that it was an accident. They had checked the surveillance cameras and saw that no one had done anything to the chandelier.

As for how the chandelier dropped, the police explained that the metal pillar had worn out.

Although Sydney thought that this explanation was a little lackluster, it was the only way to explain how it fell even though the pillar did not corrode and no one tampered with it.

In short, the case was closed.

After hanging up the phone, Sydney looked at her stillbandaged arm, sighed, and continued to eat.

After lunch, she drove to Flint Corporation alone.

In the president's office in Flint Corporation, Julien looked at the time in the lower right corner of his computer. "Are they all here?"

Zach, at the side, knew what he was talking about and nodded. "Three of them were already there when I went earlier, so they should all be here now."

Julien hummed. "Let's go."

He picked up the crutch on the side of his desk, got up, and walked toward the door.

Zach followed behind, holding the documents.

When they arrived at the conference room, the people inside immediately stopped exchanging pleasantries

and rose up to greet him. "President Flint."

Sydney was naturally no exception.

Julien's gaze swept the crowd and fixed on Sydney's face for two seconds before he looked away. "Have a seat."

Sydney and the others sat down.

Meanwhile, Zach started to hand out the meeting materials. Upon seeing the bandage on Sydney's arm when she received the materials, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but they quickly returned to normal.

After returning behind Julien, he lowered his voice and said, "President Flint, Ms. Raines seems to be injured."

"I know." Julien's eyes flickered slightly as he responded softly.

Zach raised his brows.

Well, it seemed like his remark was unnecessary.

He thought that Julien did not know.

Then, the meeting officially began. The content of the meeting was to discuss the specific application scope of new energy, its advantages and disadvantages, and so on.

Although Sydney read a lot of books regarding new energy and dabbled in some classes in university, she was still a layman when it came to her knowledge

about new energy.

After all, she did not study that field. Thus, when she listened to the content of Julien's talk, she felt confused and could not quite understand it.

She had no other choice but to write down all the contents with a pen so that she could slowly figure it out when she went back. However, Julien spoke so fast that her hands could not keep up with the writing. Her hands also grew sore after a short while.

Sydney frowned and shook her wrist.

At the main seat, Julien's eyes darkened when he saw that, and he slowed his speed of speaking.

This time, Sydney's writing finally caught up with what he was saying, which made her look at him. She may be confused as to why he suddenly slowed down, but she was not narcissistic enough to think that he did it for her.

About two hours later, Julien picked up his coffee on the table and took a sip. "That's all for today's meeting. Is there anything you don't understand?"

Although his question was posed to everyone in the room, his eyes fell on Sydney alone.

Sydney looked at the notebook in her hand and bit her lip.

She wanted to say that there were many things she did not understand, but no one else was speaking up. If she alone said that she did not understand, the

others would surely laugh at her.

Of course, it did not matter if they laughed at her.

However, they would also laugh at Skylight. That was something she could not accept nor wanted to see. In that case, it was better for her to go back and do her research to try and understand it sooner.

At that thought, Sydney hung her head low and did not say anything.

Julien's thin lips pursed when he saw that, obviously a little dissatisfied with her silence.

She pretended to understand for the sake of her ego.

Those men behind her must have helped her a lot for her to remain in the business world for so long.

Julien's handsome face could not help but darken when he thought of Luke and the others. The air around his whole body turned cold.

He slammed the mug on the conference table and said in a low voice, "Since everyone understands, write an analytical paper on the application of new energy and send it to my email tomorrow. Dismissed!"

An analytical paper?

Sydney snapped her head up, looking a little anxious.

If she did not even understand the contents, how was she supposed to write a paper?

Furthermore, she had less than a day to write it. There was simply not enough time!

Sydney looked at how unfettered the others were and then at herself. She could not help but stand up." President Flint..."

Julien turned his head to look at her, his expression much better this time. "What is it?"

Sydney clenched her fists. "May I have a copy of the recording for the meeting?"

The monitoring in the conference room included audio because it was necessary to record the meeting process.

There were some parts she did not manage to take notes on earlier. If she had a copy of the recording, it would be able to make up for the parts she did not take note of.

She had decided not to sleep tonight and pull an all-nighter to write an analytical paper. Could she do that?