9 Meeting
Translator: 723520741
Editor: Henyee
The receptionist personally escorted Isla to the elevator.
While waiting for the elevator, Isla noticed that Keira hadnât left and was sitting on the couch in the lobby, obviously not intending to leave.
How shameless.
Isla glanced at the receptionist. âYou guys really have it tough. I will mention to Jake about giving you a raiseâ¦â
Joy appeared on the receptionistâs face, âThank you, Miss Olsen! Please feel free to instruct me if you need anything!â
Isla sighed. âMy little sister is really stubborn. Please donât let her wait until Mr. Horton comesâ¦â
After saying these words, Isla entered the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, she could see the receptionist walking toward Keira. The corner of Islaâs mouth curved into a triumphant smile.
Did Keira really think she would get Mr. Hortonâs attention just because of her good looks?
How foolish.
The world of the wealthy is ruled by interest, not by emotions.
Jake had pursued Keira for four years and had been so in love with her. Still, he ended up proposing to Islaâ¦
All of this happened because Isla had what was needed to marry into the Horton family!
The elevator quickly reached the 68th floor. When Isla entered the office, she had returned to her usual serene and gentle demeanor.
Jake was in a suit and tie, his youthful naivety from school days replaced by a hint of sharpness. His gaze fell on her face, and he casually asked, âWhat happened to your face?â
Isla lowered her gaze. âKeira hit meâ¦â
Jake warned her, looking displeased, âIâve told you before. Donât provoke her.â
Isla said, âIt was my fault.â
She moved to Jakeâs side. âJake, I heard your new project is about renewable energy?â
Jake looked at her seriously. âYes, if the Horton Group cannot come up with the latest technology, weâll be surpassed in the future.â
Isla smiled and said, âI made a dining arrangement with Dr. South and my mother. Shall I ask Dr. South to join your research and development team?â
Jakeâs expression eased up. âThat would be great.â
His attitude shifted. He draped his arm around Islaâs waist, gently caressing her cheek. âIndeed, Keira was so unruly. Does it still hurt? Iâll blow on it for youâ¦â
Isla lowered her eyelids, pretending to act shy.
But inside, she was laughing coldly.
With connections like Dr. South, what could Keira use to compete with her?
As for who Jake really lovedâ¦
She didnât care!
All she wanted was to marry into the Horton family and become Mrs. Jake Horton!
Even if her real identity was revealed in the future, her wealth and status would be securedâ¦
*
In the lobby downstairs.
Keira sent her address to âGrandsonâ.
The old lady was now living at her place, so it indeed made sense to clarify the responsibilities with the old ladyâs family ahead of time to avoid future trouble.
She was about to arrange a meeting time with the person when her surroundings dimmed.
The receptionist stood in front of her with two security guards and said arrogantly, âYou cannot sit here. Youâre hindering my work. Please leave immediately.â
Keiraâs expression turned icy.
The sofas in the lobby were for anyone to sit on as they pleased. Moreover, she wasnât making a sound. How could she be affecting the receptionistâs work?
Keira leaned back lazily. âIf your work is so easily affected, perhaps you should find a private office.â
The receptionist stammered. Enraged, she ordered the security guards, âKick her out immediately!â
Before the security guards could even move, the noisy lobby suddenly grew quiet.
The doors of the CEOâs private elevator slowly opened, and the reserved Lewis walked out alongside Tom Davis.
He only glanced over and then looked around, seemingly searching for someone.
Tom noticed the situation and walked over briskly.
His brows were furrowed as he looked at Keira. âYou again?â
The receptionist wasted no time in playing the victim. âMr. Davis, she said she had a parcel to deliver to Mr. Horton. I wouldnât let her, so she refuses to leave.â
Keira replied flatly, âI told you I wasnât delivering a parcel.â
The receptionist scoffed. âMr. Davis, did you hear that? She didnât even bother to pretend. She outright admitted she wanted to go upstairs to find someone. Since I refused to let her go up, sheâs causing a ruckus here. Iâll have security escort her out now!â
Keira said nonchalantly, âWhich regulation of Horton Group states that I cannot sit on this couch?â
The receptionist was speechless.
Tom impatiently told Keira, âWell, just sit here then. Anyway, the boss wonât even pay you any attention.â
He turned to the receptionist and said, somewhat annoyed, âThe more pressing issue is that the air conditioning on the top floor is broken. The repairman said he had already arrived and was stopped by the front desk from going upstairs. Can you explain whatâs going on?â
The receptionist was taken aback. âI havenât seen any repairmanâ¦â
Tom frowned. âReally?â
The receptionist quickly nodded. âIâve been here the whole time, and moreover, the top floor isnât something I would take lightly, how could I possibly stop them?â
Tom took out his phone. âIâll call them and see if they went to the wrong placeâ¦â
Before he could dial, he heard a lazy voice. âThey didnât.â
Tom was taken aback.
Keira smiled. âItâs true. The receptionist didnât let me go upstairs.â
Tom Davis was baffled.
The receptionist didnât know what to say.
The two were both stunned.
After a moment, Tom finally understood. âYou are that repairman? That canât be possible!â
A work permit was handed to him.
The date on it was indeed nine years ago.
Tom couldnât believe it. âIs this another one of your part-time jobs?â
Keira didnât deny it, her eyes moving toward Lewis Horton who wasnât far away. âI wasnât allowed to speak. They wanted to kick me out and even falsely accused me of causing a scene here. Mr. Horton, you have quite a high-and-mighty receptionist.â
The receptionist nervously looked at Lewis. âMr. Horton, Iâ¦â
Lewis was expressionless and said coldly, âYouâre fired.â
The receptionistâs face paled instantly, but she didnât dare to beg for forgiveness.
Lewis then looked solemnly at Keira.
Tom had investigated the woman. She moved out from the Olsen residence in middle school, and ever since then, she had been making her living by working.
Yesterday, she was a delivery girl, and today, she was a repairwoman. How many jobs had she taken?
Life was extremely difficult for her, yet her back was always uprightâ¦
How could such a defiant woman degrade herself by persistently bothering him?
Having thought about it, the slight admiration Lewis started to feel for her instantly disappeared, replaced by annoyance. âMiss Olsen, are you satisfied now?â
Keira nodded, standing up. âMr. Horton, did you check with the Civil Affairs Bureau?â
Lewis didnât respond to her and only told Tom coldly. âTake her upstairs to work. And remember, I donât want to see her again.â
Keira was dumbfounded.
Tom pulled at her arm. âMiss Olsen, letâs go. I would advise you to quit it. Even if you put a lot of effort in and finally get to enter the top floor, our boss still wonât give you a second glance.â
Although she really was a delivery person and a repairwoman, was she really here at the Horton Group to work? Everyone knew the truth.
Lewis no longer paid her any more attention. Taking out his phone, he called âNeed Ironâ on WhatsApp.
At the same time, Keiraâs mobile phone rang.