Chapter 17 Greeting You

• Still feeling upset from Isaac's scolding, Natalie's work efficiency was poor all day. To finish her tasks, she stayed late, not leaving until after 7 PM.
• When she took the elevator down to the lobby, she ran into Isaac, who had also just finished working and was stepping out of his private elevator.
• Isaac shot her a cold, sharp glance, noticing she carried only her bag.
• Natalie glared back. What was his problem? Acting like she owed him money.
• Oh, right, she did owe him money … Her confidence deflated at the thought.
• Stepping out of the building, Natalie was stunned. A torrential downpour had turned Asherton into a blurred, watery scene, with puddles deep enough to cover her heels.
• Without an umbrella, there was no way she could even make it to the subway station without getting soaked.
• And it was common knowledge that catching a cab in a downpour was nearly impossible.
• "I'll just wait here a bit. Maybe the rain will lighten up soon," she muttered, trying to comfort herself.
• A black Rolls-Royce pulled out of the garage and stopped right in front of Natalie.
• Ah, the perks of wealth.
• While Isaac got into his car directly from the underground garage, she had to stand here waiting for the rain to stop.
• As if reading her thoughts, the car suddenly stopped.
• The driver rolled down the window and smiled, "Natalie, hop in. We'll give you a ride since it's on our way."
• She knew Isaac was in the back seat, and her pride would typically have her refusing firmly.
• But she glanced down at her newly bought silk blouse and lambskin heels. Oh my, dignity was worthless in the face of practicality.
• She darted into the car.
• Isaac sat on the left, flipping through a document, exuding an air of cold detachment. His unapproachable aura almost made Natalie feel like she was being pushed out of the car.
• It was as if the driver had made the decision to pick her up without Isaac's approval.
• "Hehe, thank you, sir, and thank you, Mr. Foster." She let out a dry laugh.
• The driver nodded at her in the rearview mirror, while Isaac remained oblivious, not lifting his head.
• Awkward.
• Natalie idly adjusted her skirt when her phone suddenly rang with a burst of manic laughter.
• "Ahahahahaha—"
• The sound echoed in the quiet, confined space of the car, lingering for an eternity.
• During a comedy show, Juliet had recorded her hysterical laughter and set it as her ringtone.
• Isaac turned, looking at her as if she were crazy.
• "Uh, sorry … I need to take this call!"
• "Why aren't you home yet? Where did you go? It's pouring outside! Do you need me to come get you?" Juliet asked, having already gotten home.
• Natalie lowered her voice. "No need, I worked late and am already on my way."
• Juliet clicked her tongue. "I thought your mother-in-law called you back again. But seriously, in this weather, let's hope your so-called husband doesn't get wet."
• "What do you mean?" Natalie was puzzled. Why was Juliet suddenly concerned about her nonexistent husband?
• "Because he's a paper man, he'll dissolve in water."
• "Pfft … " Natalie almost burst out laughing. "Stop it, just because I haven't met him doesn't mean he's a paper man."
• Juliet scoffed. "Never met, only exists in stories, what's the difference?
• "Seriously, though, be careful. Given their family's archaic ways of arranging marriages, your husband might have several concubines, mistresses, and maidservants waiting to greet you."
• "Hahahaha!" Natalie couldn't hold back her laughter.
• Isaac shot her a sideways glance. Now he knew whose laughter had been her ringtone earlier …