Santa's Nasty Surprise

"Jeanie was dismissed by Ms. Lane for making a mistake. Miss, who are you?" the new receptionist asked.

"I am Yves' wife."

"Mr. Golding got married?" she asked a young woman beside her. The young woman shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

I didn't bother making things difficult for them. After all, I hadn't been to the company in nearly two years.

I simply pointed to the phone at the front desk and said, "Tell Mr. Golding that Cynthia York wants to see him."

"You should set an appointment with Ms. Lane first. Mr. Golding isn't someone you can just see whenever you want," the receptionist said somewhat dismissively.

"Please contact her for me. I don't have my phone," I responded.

The two receptionists exchanged a glance, and then one of them dialed the number.

She explained the situation, but on the other end, a scolding voice replied, "Mr. Golding has said that anyone who wants to see him must make an appointment! Do you not understand?"

"But she said she's Mr. Golding's wife."

"This 'anyone' includes his wife! Does Mr. Golding pay your salary, or does his wife? Quickly get rid of her!"

After saying this, a beeping sound came from the other end of the call. The arrogance of the other party was something else.

After the receptionist hung up, she looked awkwardly at me and said nothing for a long time.

I was going to force my way in, but she shouted for security to come stop me. "Ms. York, please don't make things difficult for us. Ms. Lane said we can't let you go up."

Frowning, I said, "Melissa is just a secretary, yet you all heed her words so well."

"Mr. Golding said that when he's not around, Ms. Lane will handle all the company matters."

It seemed that Yves had forgotten who the largest shareholder at Golding Corp really was. I took my phone out and dialed his number before the receptionist's confused gaze.

Every call I made was immediately hung up on.

…

Later on, I was brought upstairs by the driver.

If Mom knew that I had been cheated on and then stopped from entering the company, especially by a mistress, she would surely laugh and say I deserved it.

When Yves proposed to me, she was already dubious about him. She said that he had the look of an opportunist and was marrying me just to use my resources to save Golding Corp.

However, the love-struck me didn't listen to her.

At that time, Yves had just been legally recognized after being labeled a bastard child.

We went to the same school, and before, he was often bullied by his sister, Mindy Golding. She would viciously scold him and beat him up hard. Whenever I saw this, I couldn't just stand idly by.

Over time, we became a couple. To be exact, I was the one who unilaterally declared us one. I told him that if he got together with me, I could protect him.

Yves believed me. Every day, he brought me breakfast, and I would tell him that our maid had already prepared some. He would reply that it was his heartfelt gesture.

Looking back on it, why did he choose breakfast out of all the three main meals? It was because breakfast was cheap to buy. It seemed that he thought that I was only worthy of a cheap meal.

After three years of marriage, the most expensive gift he gave me was the broken diamond ring I was wearing at that moment. However, yesterday, he gave Melissa jewelry worth over nine million dollars.

Without thinking, I took off the ring and threw it into the trash can.

I deserved better than this.

…

When Melissa saw me, she had none of the arrogant attitude from the phone call just now. She poured me a cup of coffee and timidly retreated to Yves' office.

I glanced at the necklace around her neck. It was indeed beautiful.

Golding Corp's CEO's office felt more like a child's playhouse than an office. Every inch was adorned with red and green decorations. Even the Christmas decorations in malls couldn't compare to the ones in his office.

The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face.

There was a pink Happy Capy cup on the desk. The chair cushion was also a pink Happy Capy pillow. The desktop had numerous Happy Capy items, and even the folders had been replaced with Happy Capy ones.