Capítulo 9: Chapter 9
The receptionist personally escorted Isla Olsen into the elevator.
While waiting for the elevator, Isla Olsen saw that Keira Olsen had not left; instead, she was sitting on the sofa in the Horton Group lobby, obviously with no intention of leaving.
Truly shameless.
Isla Olsen looked towards the receptionist, "It's really not easy on you guys; I'll mention it to Jake, to give you a raise..."
Joy appeared on the receptionist's face, "Thank you, Miss Olsen! If you need anything, just say the word!"
Isla Olsen sighed, "My sister is so stubborn; don't let her really wait for Mr. Horton..."
Having said that, Isla Olsen entered the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, she saw the receptionist approaching Keira Olsen, with a triumphant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Did Keira Olsen think she could gain Mr. Horton's favor just with her face?
How foolish.
In the world of the wealthy, talk less about emotions, more about interests.
Jake Horton had pursued her for four years, liked her so much, but in the end, he still proposed to her...
All because she had the bargaining chip to form an alliance through marriage with Jake Horton!
The elevator quickly reached the 68th floor; when Isla Olsen entered the office, her face had already regained its calm and gentle expression.
Jake Horton was impeccably dressed in a suit, having shed the youthful look he had in school, his eyes and brows now carried a trace of sharpness. His gaze fell on her face and he casually asked, "What happened to your face?"
Isla Olsen looked down, "Keira hit me..."
Jake Horton frowned with displeasure and warned, "I've told you not to provoke her."
Isla Olsen paused, "It was my fault."
She walked over to Jake's side, "Jake, I heard your new project is on renewable energy?"
Jake Horton looked at her seriously, "Yes, if the Horton Group can't come up with the latest technology, we will get surpassed in the future."
Isla Olsen smiled, "I've arranged a dinner with Dr. South and mom; how about I get Dr. South to join your R&D team?"
Jake Horton's expression softened a lot, "Good."
His attitude shifted, he wrapped an arm around Isla Olsen's waist and his fingers brushed her cheek, "Keira is indeed too ignorant. Does it still hurt? Let me blow on it..."
Isla Olsen kept her eyes demurely lowered, feigning shyness.
But inwardly, she scoffed coldly.
With a connection like Dr. South in her hand, what chance did Keira Olsen have to compete with her?
As for who Jake Horton truly loved...
She didn't care at all!
She just wanted to marry into the Horton family and become Mrs. Jake Horton!
That way, even if her true background couldn't be concealed in the future, her life of wealth would be secured...
*
In the lobby downstairs.
Keira Olsen sent the address to "Grandson".
The elderly man currently lived with her, and indeed, it was important to clarify responsibilities with his family in advance to avoid any trouble down the line.
Just as she was about to arrange a meeting time with the other party, her view was suddenly obscured.
The receptionist, accompanied by two security guards, stood in front of her and haughtily ordered, "You can't sit here; you're disrupting my work. Please leave immediately."
Keira Olsen's face darkened.
The lobby sofas were there for anyone to sit on, and she had been silent. How had she disrupted the receptionist's work?
Keira Olsen leaned back lazily, "If your work is so easily disrupted, perhaps you should find a private office?"
The receptionist choked, flustered, and said to the security guards, "Throw her out at once!"
Just as the security guards were about to move forward, the noisy lobby suddenly quieted down.
The elevator reserved for the president slowly opened, and a composed Lewis Horton, accompanied by Tom Davis, walked out with a low profile.
The man in a suit and shoes glanced over here once, then redirected his gaze to survey his surroundings as though he was looking for someone.
Tom Davis noticed the situation and walked over quickly.
His brows were deeply furrowed as he looked at Keira Olsen, "Why is it you again?"
The receptionist rushed to complain first, "Mr. Davis, she said she wanted to go upstairs to deliver a parcel to Mr. Horton. I didn't agree, and she's just been lingering here, refusing to leave."
Keira Olsen said indifferently, "I told you I'm not here to deliver a parcel."
The receptionist scoffed, "Mr. Davis, did you hear that? She isn't even pretending anymore, just straight up says she wants to go upstairs to meet someone. When I wouldn't let her go, she started making a scene here. I'll have security throw her out right this instant!"
Keira Olsen replied with a lazy tone, "Which Horton Group policy states I can't sit on this sofa?"
The receptionist was once again left speechless.
Tom Davis impatiently said to Keira Olsen, "Then just sit here, since the boss won't pay you any attention, anyway."
He then turned to the receptionist, annoyed, "What's important right now is that the air conditioning on the top floor is broken. The repairman said he'd arrived a while ago. Why is the front desk stopping people from going upstairs?"
The receptionist was startled, "I didn't see any repairman coming…"
Tom Davis furrowed his brow, "Really didn't see anyone?"
The receptionist nodded at once, "I've been right here the whole time, not to mention something as important as the top floor issue, how could I possibly stop anyone?"
Tom Davis took out his phone, "Then I'll call them to see if they went to the wrong place…"
But before he could make the call, a languid voice said, "No wrong place."
Tom Davis was startled.
Keira Olsen smiled, "It's true, the front desk wouldn't let me go upstairs."
Tom Davis: ?
Receptionist: ?
Both were confused.
After a moment, Tom Davis finally realized, "You are the repairman? That's impossible!"
A work badge was presented to him.
The date on it was nine years ago.
Tom Davis couldn't believe it, "Is this another part-time job you found through hard work and thrift?"
Keira Olsen didn't deny it, her gaze drifting towards Lewis Horton not far away, "Not even allowing me to speak, they wanted to throw me out, even accusing me of making a scene here. Mr. Horton, your receptionist sure has quite the attitude."
The receptionist looked towards Lewis Horton in a panic, "Mr. Horton, I…"
Lewis Horton's face was expressionless as he said coldly, "You're fired."
The receptionist turned pale instantly but didn't dare to beg for mercy.
Only then did Lewis Horton turn his heavy gaze towards Keira Olsen.
Tom Davis had investigated the girl; she had moved out of the Olsen Family home after junior high and had been supporting herself with various jobs ever since.
Yesterday a courier, today a repairman, how many jobs had she taken on?
Despite the apparent poverty of her life, her spine remained ever straight...
How could such a proud woman debase herself and pester him time and time again?
Thinking this, any flicker of admiration that had risen in Lewis Horton vanished instantly, replaced by utter impatience, "Miss Olsen, are you satisfied now?"
Keira Olsen nodded and stood up, "Mr. Horton, have you gone to the courthouse to check?"
Lewis Horton didn't respond to her but coldly told Tom Davis, "Take her upstairs to work, and remember, I don't want to see her again."
Keira Olsen: ?
Tom Davis grabbed her arm, "Miss Olsen, let's go this way. I advise you to give up. Even if you try your hardest and enter the top floor legitimately, our boss won't spare you a second glance."
Although the identities of courier and repairman were real, was she really coming to the Horton Group to work? Everyone knew the answer.
Lewis Horton no longer looked at her, instead taking out his phone and dialing a voice call to "Metal-Deficient" on WhatsApp.
Simultaneously, Keira Olsen's phone began to ring.
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