Chapter 12 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• Trisha asked in confusion, “Why not just accept? What’s there to hesitate?” Celeste pursed her lips lightly. Trisha suddenly realized, “Are you afraid of being on the same stage with Sydney?” Celeste replied, “I am not afraid, I just don’t like dealing with her.” “It’s normal. Who wouldn’t be repulsed by her? But think about it, if you go, she’ll be the one who loses out! She always brags about herself, right? Let the audience see a real comparison of skills! Once the show airs, she’ll be furious! Besides, this show is so popular, maybe some director will notice you and even give you a leading role, making you famous overnight.” Celeste smiled, “Why does everything seem so simple when you talk about it?” “That’s because I have faith in you. I’m counting on living in a big house with you. Just accept their invitation!” Celeste sighed, “I think about it. The recording is not until next month, so there’s still plenty of time.” The next morning, Celeste took the white truffles to Quantum Enterprises to find Liam. In the three years she had been married to Liam, she had never set foot in this building. She didn’t expect her first visit to be for a divorce. Celeste straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and walked in. bright it Quantum Enterprises was one of the top companies in J City. The building was located in the most prosperous area, and its high-tech exterior had become a famous landmark in J City. The interior of the building was even more dazzling, with a ceiling reflected people’s shadows. She averted her cunous gaze and went straight to the reception desk. “Hello, can you tell me how to get to the general manager’s office?” The receptionist was a young, fair-skinned guy with a nice voice. “Do you have an appointment?” Celeste shook her head. “Sorry, the general manager won’t see guests without an appointment” Celeste said, “Call him and tell him Celeste is looking for him.” The receptionist was unsure if she was telling the truth since she was well-dressed, well-mannered, and beautiful. Still, he called to check. Before long, the call was disconnected, and the receptionist apologized, “I’m sorry. Mr. Reed said he doesn’t know any Celeste.” The corner of Celeste’s mouth twitched. Wasn’t it obvious that he didn’t want to see her? “I’m his wife. Call him again.” The receptionist looked at her in astonishment, as if to say: You’re his wife, and you can’t even contact him? Who are you trying to fool? Celeste took out her phone and showed a photo of her and Liam. “Now do you believe me?” The receptionist apologized with a smile, “Many people have come here with photos claiming to be Mr. Reed’s wife. Yours is the best one yet.” Celeste helplessly said, Tm serious” The receptionist still maintained a polite smile. Taking a deep breath, Celeste tried to call Owen, but no one answered the phone either. Had these two planned this on purpose? She looked up at the receptionist, who still had a serious expression on his face. Alright, Liam, you forced me to do this! She broke into a smile, looking stunningly beautiful. “Alright, next time I’ll make an appointment before coming. Can you help me take a few pics? It’s my first time at Quantum, I wanna keep some pictures as a memory.” The dude couldn’t say no at this point, after all, Quantum’s main goal was to meet the clients’ needs. Celeste found a nice spot and took off her coat. In the meeting room The marketing manager was giving a report, and Liam’s phone beside him buzzed twice. He took a quick peek – Celeste had sent him a few photos He took a sip from the cup and casually clicked open the photo. The next second, the water choked his throat, and the water in his hand splashed out. He covered his mouth and coughed awkwardly Everyone looked over, and it took Liam a while to stop coughing, his face pale. People held their breath, thinking Mr. Reed was unhappy with the previous remark. Liam looked gloomy, whispered something to Owen, and then turned around and said slightly, “Continue.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, while Owen quietly left the conference room. In the reception room downstairs. Celeste sat on the sofa, flipping through the magazines on the table out of boredom. The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, followed by Owen’s voice, “Ma’am, why didn’t you call before coming over?” The receptionist who led the way was shocked! So she was indeed Mr. Reed’s wife! Then why did Mr. Reed say he didn’t know her?! Never mind, all that didn’t matter The important thing was that he had just taken that kind of photo for Mrs. Reed! The receptionist turned pale, feeling his career was over. What game were these two people playing? Celeste put down the magazine, ‘I did call, but Owen must have been too busy to hear it.” Owen actually knew Celeste had contacted him, but Mr. Reed ordered him not to respond, so he had to act like he didn’t hear that. Pretending not to sense the sarcasm in Celeste’s words, Owen continued, “I’m really sorry, I was in a meeting and left my phone in the office. It’s also my fault for not explaining clearly, as the secretary and operator are new here, so there might be some oversights. I apologize, ma’am, please follow me.” If it weren’t for the fact that she had just heard Liam say he didn’t know her, she would have believed his words They were in this together! After the two got off the elevator, Owen asked, “What brings you to the company, ma’am?” Celeste raised the bag in her hand, “I want Liam to help me take this stuff to his mother” Owen asked, “Is that all?” She also wanted to ask Liam for a divorce, but this had to be said in person. So she said, “I also want to discuss something with Mr. Reed.” However, Owen said, “Mr. Reed hasn’t had breakfast yet.” Celeste was puzzled: What does that have to do with anything? Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Owen added, “Mr. Reed gets cranky when he doesn’t eat breakfast, so it’s not a good time to discuss things. Celeste was speechless: She had heard of people being grumpy when they just woke up, but never heard of people being grumpy when they didn’t eat breakfast. What kind of weird problem was this? “Doesn’t your company cafeteria serve food?” she asked. “Mr. Reed is picky and never eats in the cafeteria,” Owen replied. Celeste believed that. Liam’s pickiness was well-known. He didn’t like heavy flavors in his dishes. The texture couldn’t be too hard or too mushy. He didn’t eat leftovers; one bite would give him diarrhea. He didn’t like cilantro, but he insisted that it be added to noodle soup, only to pick out the cilantro bits one by one.