My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Stephen's face was ashen, and his eyes were desperate.

Coupled with his old appearance, he looked a bit pitiful.

But Sydney and Julien both knew what kind of person Stephen was. One's moral badness had nothing to do with his age or appearance, so even though Stephen looked pitiful at the moment, Sydney would not be soft-hearted enough to let him go.

They wouldn't really do anything to Stephen in the elevator.

Sydney patted the back of Julien's hand and then pointed to one side, signaling Julien to move aside.

Julien knew she would face Stephen, so he was a little reluctant, worrying that Stephen would hurt her.

Yet finally, at Sydney's insistence, he took a step to the side and moved out of the way.

In a protective posture, Julien kept a third of his body between Sydney and Stephen.

Seeing this, Sydney was amused.

Opposite them, Stephen did not feel funny. He only felt gloomier.

Julien protected Sydney so well, afraid that she would be hurt, so it could be seen how deep his love for Sydney was. Stephen just didn't understand what was so great about Sydney.

There were many women more beautiful than her, right? With Julien's status, what kind of woman could he not find? Why did Julien only love Sydney?

Sydney didn't know that Stephen was still belittling her in his heart. She stepped forward.

Without Julien standing completely in the middle, Sydney could now see Stephen clearly.

Looking at Stephen's alert, uneasy, and resentful look, Sydney suddenly let out a laugh. "Mr. Dayton, don't be nervous. This is an elevator, and there are surveillance cameras right overhead, so even if we are unhappy with you, we won't really do anything to you. After all, if anything happens to you, which is watched by the people in the surveillance room, it will be difficult for us to dispose of the body." The body!

As he heard these two words, the hair on Stephen's back stood up.

He thought, 'These two people really want to kill me!'

Not to mention Stephen's mood at the moment, even Julien raised his eyebrows when he heard Sydney's words.

Julien was disgusted with Stephen's attempt to divide Sydney and him just now. Julien wanted to deal with this old guy, but he didn't think about killing Stephen.

First of all, Stephen's crime was not that serious. Second, Julien would never do such things personally. He would order others to do them, so he did not need to dirty his hands.

Julien only intended to teach this old guy a good lesson so that he would not dare to approach them or make trouble for them.

However, before he could carry it out, Sydney told him to step aside, faced Stephen herself, and even said something like disposing of Stephen's body.

Julien knew that she could not even have the idea of killing Stephen. After all, she was much kinder than him.

So she said this probably only to scare Stephen.

But Stephen was actually a coward who only dared to bully the weak. He seemed frightened badly by her words.

As Julien thought of this, he raised his eyes to Stephen.

When he saw Stephen's pale face and terrified eyes, Julien curved the corners of his lips.

Sydney looked at the panicked Stephen, her eyes flashing with joy. "So, Mr. Dayton, don't worry about your safety. I never threaten others with their lives. That is too degrading and not quite in line with my character. I only like to retaliate against others with the things that they care most about. Only in this way is the revenge meaningful. After all, sometimes, death is nothing. Living in hell is the most painful..." She deliberately paused for a moment, her pretty fingers tapping her lips. She put on a thoughtful look. "Let's see. Mr. Dayton, what do you care most about?"

Julien lifted his eyelids, his long, slender eyelashes fluttering. "Skylight."

He reminded her.

Sydney's eyes lit up as she clenched her fist and hammered her palm. "Right, it's Skylight. Good thing you reminded me."

She looked at Julien in mock gratitude.

Julien smiled at her, his voice gentle, "You're welcome."

They put on a show together, which made Stephen's heart jump and his fear grow stronger and stronger.

"Mr. Dayton, you were a core member who founded Skylight together with my dad, and you invested 100 thousand dollars at the beginning to get five percent of the original shares. Back then, you were on my dad's side, and you didn't think about taking over Skylight. However, as Skylight developed, the number of shares in your hands increased. You became more and more dissatisfied with being a subordinate, and you were not willing to be a general manager with a small number of shares. Instead, you set your eyes on the position of president and the shares in my dad's hands, so you planned for many years and finally got the management rights of Skylight, but unfortunately, a few months ago, they were taken away by me, and you naturally can't accept this result. The idea of getting the management rights back and getting Skylight has become your obsession."

Hearing Sydney reveal his true thoughts, Stephen should panic.

But surprisingly, he was very composed at the moment, without a hint of panic.

Perhaps he knew panic and sophistry were already useless and that he should calmly face it.

"What do you want by saying all this?" Stephen clenched his fists, managing to hold back the uneasiness in his heart, his voice frosty.

Sydney smiled, "Very simple. What you care most about is Skylight. You want so badly to get Skylight, and I will not let you get it. I will even try to take the shares out of your hands and then drive you out of Skylight."

When she said this, her tone was very light, and she was even smiling as if she was amicably telling someone that it was a beautiful day.

But in Stephen's ears, her words were cold. In his eyes, her smile was evil.

"You..." Stephen's eyes were wide open, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Sydney. He was too emotional to speak.

He had to admit that he was afraid of her threats.

Just like Sydney had said, the idea of getting Skylight had become his obsession. He had to get it, or he could not die in peace.

This was the best way to get back at him, make him suffer, and make his life worse than death.

"Take it easy." Sydney kept a smile on her face as she reached out to press Stephen's fingers down.

Before she could touch Stephen's hand, Julien stopped her.

Sydney paused and looked up at him.

Julien's face was expressionless, but it was clear what he meant.

He was telling her not to touch any other man, even if it was an old man.

Sydney was annoyed and amused. She rolled her eyes.

'What a jealous man!'

After complaining in her heart, Sydney put her hand down as Julien wished.

Seeing this, Julien curved his thin lips slightly, obviously satisfied, and then he pressed Stephen's hand down.

After doing that, Julien looked as if he had touched something dirty. He frowned in disgust, hurriedly drew a decorative handkerchief from his left suit pocket, and wiped his every finger carefully. This made Stephen angry.

He thought, 'That's too much!'