Chapter 2 Eight Divorce Agreements
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Monday morning at eight o'clock.
In the superior conference room on the 58th floor of the Quentin Group,
Orville was sitting in the main seat. His sculpted face was gloomy, and the aura around him was extremely oppressive.
All the high-level officials looked at each other, not daring to take a breath.
Ms. Swinton, who had made no mistakes at work since joining the company, was late!
Twenty minutes had passed since the meeting started, and Ingrid hadn't shown up yet!
Special assistant Rex Logan looked at Orville's sulky face and had a bad feeling.
Rex took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message to Ingrid when the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open.
Ingrid walked in. "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."
Everyone was stunned when they saw her!
Was... was she Ms. Swinton?
Her unchanging black ponytail was gone. Her hair was dyed, and the salmon pink color was bold and rebellious. The end of her hair was permed and wavy. This hairstyle resembled an online celebrity, but Ingrid's skin was fair and flawless, which suited this color perfectly!
She also took off the rigid black-rimmed glasses that were stuck to her face. Without them, her beautiful nose shape could be seen at a glance. The tip of her nose was delicate, adding a bit of playfulness.
There was a tiny mole on the corner of her right eye. Combined with her slightly raised eye-corner, she seemed charming and innocent, and her eyes were even more gorgeous!
Her lips were red enough to attract any man in the world, and she was wearing a black vest and ripped jeans...
Most seniors showed the most authentic reactions as men, and they were amazed by her beauty!
The gentle and quiet Ms. Swinton usually wore business attire and black-rimmed glasses. Was this hot lady really her?
Everyone looked carefully and confirmed that it was Ms. Swinton herself. But they seriously suspected that she was replaced by a DJ girl!
What the hell was going on?
Was today April Fool's Day?
Even if it was, no one dared to play a prank in front of Mr. Quentin!
So, what happened to Ms. Swinton?
Everyone looked at each other, and then they all looked at Orville, who was in the main seat.
Orville was as surprised as everyone else.
He had been married to Ingrid for three years. In his memory, Ingrid always wore business attire with straight black hair at work and a gentle dress at home. He had never seen or even dreamed of her dressing up so boldly!
He stared at her strange attire, and his handsome face darkened.
What the hell was this woman up to?
Ingrid ignored everyone's surprised gazes, and her calm and indifferent eyes fell on Orville's face.
The crease between Orville's brows instantly deepened when their eyes met.
He had always been very clear that Ingrid was very beautiful. It was the kind of appearance that was amazing at first glance, but the more you looked at it, the more charming it became. Especially those eyes, which were clear and bright. Whenever she looked at him, the love in those eyes was even more beautiful, and it had always been apparent.
However, at this moment, he found that Ingrid's eyes had become very unfamiliar.
She was looking at him, but there was no love in her eyes, as plain as looking at an insignificant person.
They were obviously the same pair of eyes, so why could they change so much?
An inexplicable panic suddenly arose in Orville's heart.
He stared at her, and his jaw was tense. "Ingrid, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"
Ingrid smiled mockingly.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, she walked towards Orville.
Orville didn't move. The aura around his body was even more oppressive than before. He pursed his lips as he stared at Ingrid.
He was angry, and anyone could see his anger!
However, Ingrid stopped a few steps in front of Orville as if she hadn't noticed his anger at all. Then, she took out a resignation letter from her bag and handed it to Orville.
"Mr. Quentin, this is my letter of resignation."
Resignation letter?
Everyone gasped!
Ms. Swinton actually delivered a resignation letter to Mr. Quentin in public!
She seemed like she was going to fire her boss!
Although this kind of action was very weird, everyone looked at Ingrid and secretly admitted one thing. Ms. Swinton was... so cool!
Orville clenched his hand. The veins on the back of his fair hand were bulging, and he raised his eyebrows mockingly. "Ingrid, do you think it's useful to make such a fuss?"
"If the resignation letter is not enough to prove my attitude, then..." Ingrid didn't answer his words but slammed the paper bag in her left hand on Orville's body.
The bag hit the man's chest with a muffled sound and then hit the ground heavily. The documents inside fell out.
The nearby senior took a closer look and suddenly widened his eyes!
A divorce agreement?
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