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.
When Kiera Olsen's ringtone sounded, Lewis Horton was slightly taken aback.
He turned his head to look at Kiera Olsen.
"Lacks all five elements but iron, is that her?"
Kiera Olsen answered the phone, "Hello."
Lewis Horton's phone remained silent. Looking at his device, he realized that the caller was already on another call and the voice call had not gone through.
…He was overthinking it.
Meanwhile, several people in the lobby were making phone calls; it was impossible to discern which one was her…
Just then, "Lacks all five elements but iron" sent a message: [Sorry, it's not convenient to meet now. Let's reschedule.]
The rooftop.
While Kiera Olsen was on the phone with Samuel Morgan, she was also texting her grandson.
Samuel Morgan took delight in her misfortune, "Boss, can you still pull it off? It's been many years since you've done any repair work, right?"
Kiera Olsen replied coolly, "If you're that idle, help me check Lewis Horton's personal phone number, so I don't have to look for him over and over again."
If she had his number, she could call him every hour to remind him to check at the courthouse. With such a bombardment, even if he couldn't believe this ludicrous matter, he would eventually check it out.
Samuel Morgan immediately exclaimed, "How is that possible? You don't know, there's no information about him online. I've already put a lot of effort into tracking his personal itinerary…"
"That's because you're not skilled enough."
Kiera Olsen hung up the phone and saw Tom Davis beside her with a disdainful expression, "Miss Olsen, our boss's personal number is classified. Ordinary people can't get it."
Kiera Olsen teased him on purpose, "Do you believe that not only will I have your boss's number in the future, but I'll also have his WhatsApp…"
The divorce procedures are a bit complicated. There would definitely be more communication with Lewis Horton in the future.
Tom Davis scoffed, "Dream on!"
No sooner had he spoken, Kiera Olsen's phone buzzed. "Grandson" had sent a WhatsApp message: [Whenever you're free, just let me know.]
*
Ten minutes later, Kiera Olsen finished repairing the air conditioner.
She dusted off her hands, "The filter has been used for too long and accumulated dirt, affecting the cooling system. Just replace it after cleaning."
Seeing her adept movements and how quickly she solved the problem, Tom Davis felt less hostile toward her.
To prevent her from seeking out his boss again, Tom Davis personally escorted her downstairs.
At the entrance, he said meaningfully, "Miss Olsen, we won't have any more direct-signed deliveries on the top floor, nor will there be any more appliance malfunctions."
Kiera Olsen discerned the implication in his words but simply smiled, "Mm, see you at noon."
She turned and left.
Tom Davis: ?
He didn't take her words to heart and returned to the rooftop.
At noon, Lewis Horton had a lunch appointment.
He didn't enjoy socializing, but now that he was back in Crera, he still needed to respect the local drinking culture, such occasions were not that frequent.
Tom Davis accompanied him throughout.
They arrived at a private restaurant. As Tom Davis took a look at the uniformly dressed waitstaff, he suddenly became more alert.
Isn't being a restaurant waiter the most common choice for students to earn while they learn?
He scrutinized the surroundings, almost checking out every waiter and only when he didn't find Kiera Olsen did he breathe a sigh of relief.
But he quickly found his own behavior laughable.
Kiera Olsen had already been a courier and a repair worker. How could she possibly be working other jobs?
It was that "see you at noon" comment from her that had him on edge!
Tom Davis relaxed and entered the private room. After the meals were served and the chef came to express his gratitude,
"Hello everyone, are you satisfied with today's dishes?"
A familiar female voice rang out, and Tom Davis's body stiffened!
He swung his head around as if he saw a ghost and saw Kiera Olsen standing at the door, wearing a chef's hat. She wore a faint smile, briefly introducing today's menu, and finally approached Lewis Horton, speaking softly, "Mr. Horton, why don't you go check at the courthouse."
Lewis Horton: "…"
His jaw tightened, and for the first time, a faint trace of fissures appeared on his usually composed face.
Tom Davis was even more shocked as he looked at her, "You, you're the head chef? The certified kind?"
"Yes."
Keira Olsen reached into her fanny pack, intending to take out her chef's certification, but accidentally dropped one, two, three… a total of five different job IDs!
Tom Davis swallowed hard, "You have five part-time jobs?"
Keira Olsen: "No."
Tom Davis had just taken a breath of relief when he heard her say indifferently,
"There are some I didn't bring with me."
Tom Davis: !!!
Keira Olsen smiled slyly at Lewis Horton, "It depends on what Mr. Horton needs; I can do anything. I suppose Mr. Horton wouldn't want me to keep bothering him, right? Why don't we check at the courthouse?"
Lewis Horton's face was tense.
The woman, with her amorous eyes like mist over water, always seemed to speak with a hint of tenderness, causing everyone else at the table to look at her involuntarily.
Lewis Horton's expression turned grim in an instant, still ignoring Keira Olsen, he only said to Tom Davis, "Go check…"
Keira Olsen felt a surge of happiness inside.
Had this man finally been persuaded by her?
But then she heard him say coldly, "Who has leaked my schedule."
"…"
Tom Davis took a step forward, blocking Keira Olsen's path again, "Miss Olsen, please leave immediately."
Keira Olsen was once again chased out of the private room, standing outside and sighing.
Why couldn't Lewis Horton just trust her?
Even with her patience, she was getting annoyed now!
She didn't leave but decided to wait outside instead.
She hadn't been treated with such indifference in the past two years.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became…
Keira Olsen took out her phone, wanting to vent to someone, but as she scrolled through WhatsApp, she found no suitable person and simply posted a status to her circle of friends.
Inside the private room.
The guests ate while showering Lewis Horton with compliments.
He was getting somewhat impatient, taking out his phone and pretending to be busy with something.
Browsing through his circle of friends list out of boredom, he saw a post from "Lacking Iron" from two minutes earlier: [Don't be mad, you have to be patient with grandkids.]
Lewis Horton paused for a moment.
He immediately messaged "Lacking Iron": [How old are you? Already have grandkids?]
After all, you can't expect an old person to take care of Granny…
"Lacking Iron": [?]
"Lacking Iron": […You're talking about my circle of friends post, right? That's me cursing someone. There's someone who just never understands what I say!]
Lewis Horton: "…"
He then realized he'd made a fool of himself.
So he sent a message to cover up his embarrassment: [The brain is a daily necessity, he must be using it as a decorative item.]
"Lacking Iron": [I'll curse you a couple more times.]
Lewis Horton smiled: [We only scold people, let's not waste it on him.]
"Lacking Iron": [Seeing how you talk, I'll prepare an extra meal for Granny tonight. Does she have any dietary restrictions?]
Lewis Horton: [The doctor said she should eat less sweets and spicy food, everything else is fine.]
"Lacking Iron": [Okay.]
Their chat always made Lewis Horton feel like he was talking to an old friend, very comfortable.
He suddenly asked: [Can I come to visit Granny tonight?]
"Lacking Iron": [Of course, you're welcome anytime.]
Then she sent him a specific address with the door number included.
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