Chapter 301


    "Young Mistress, walk slowly." Miss Woods was worried that I would get hit by others if I walked in a


    hurry, so she carefully helped me to the office''s main entrance.


    When we got to the front desk, the receptionist looked up at us before lowering her head to continue


    working. She did not entertain us at all.


    Miss Woods patiently asked her several times which floor Theo''s office was on, but she did not get


    a response. When she could not hold it in anymore, she roared, "Miss, do you have no respect for


    other people? Even if you don’t want to tell me, you should at least acknowledge me!"


    "Lady.” The receptionist pointed to a piece of paper on the countertop and finally said, "You need to


    make an appointment to visit President Grant. It''s clearly written here. You can join the long line of


    people who want to see President Grant. This is just so we can save time. I didn''t mean to ignore


    you."


    "What?" Miss Woods let out augh in anger. "Does President Grant''s wife need to make an


    appointment just to see him?"


    The receptionist looked at me suspiciously. "President Grant''s wife?"


    "That can’t be right," another receptionist said. "Didn''t President Grant’s wife just go up?"


    Miss Woods widened her eyes. "What nonsense are you talking about?! Young Mistress has been


    married t o Young Master for several years now. This is President Grant’s wife. Let me tell you,


    missy. You''d better watch what you say."


    "If she''s really President Grant''s wife, why have we never seen her before?" The receptionist


    sneered lightly. "We see President Grant’s real wife every day."


    "Girl..." Miss Woods wanted to continue arguing with her, but I said softly, "Let''s just leave it, Miss


    Woods."


    I already guessed who the woman the receptionist was referring to. Who else could it be but Cindy?


    "Young Mistress, let me give Young Master a call." Miss Woods took out her phone from her pocket.


    I stopped her with my hand, looked at the receptionist, and spoke faintly, "Is the so-called wife you


    mention Cindy Reed? The newly acknowledged daughter of the White family? I’m sure you guys


    have heard of her."


    The receptionist nodded. "Of course. Who else would I be referring to if not her? President Grant


    and Mrs. Grant clearly love each other. Now that they have a child together, they''re basically joined


    at the hips. You certainly have no chance."


    "Bullsh*t!" The moment Miss Woods heard what they said, she immediately exploded. "That’s not


    Mrs.


    Grant! She''s just a shameless mistress who tantly pesters Young Master every day.”


    The receptionist was not pleased to hear that and looked annoyed. "Lady, please speak with


    respect."


    "Cindy Reed doesn''t deserve my respect. A shameless woman like her should be spat on by


    everyone." Miss Woods went the extra mile to insult Cindy.


    At that moment, a lot more people started to see what was going on and I held my forehead. "It


    seems that only Theo can attest to who his real wife is."


    I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Theo''s number.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    The call was quickly answered but the person who picked up the phone was not Theo.


    "Wanda." Cindy''s voice was sweet, but it sounded unbearably cloying to me.


    I pursed my lips and asked in an icy voice, "Where''s Theo?"


    "He''s busy and doesn''t have time to take your call." Cindy could not mask the smugness in her


    voice.


    I did not want to hear any more nonsense from her, so I decided to hang up.


    When the receptionist saw that I had a bad look on my face, she snorted coldly. "It seems no one is


    afraid of impersonating someone else these days. I mean, don’t people ever look in the mirror first?


    Even if President Grant doesn''t have good taste, he would never be


    interested in a golddigger."


    Only a fool could not see that it was a tant insult.


    Miss Woods'' face instantly turned livid. She pointed at the receptionist''s nose as she scolded, "Are


    young people always this rude?! If you speak to us like that again, I’ll rip your tongue off.”


    I was afraid that Miss Woods would really hit the receptionist, so I hurriedly pulled her arm, hinting


    her not to be impulsive.