CHAPTER 896: CHAPTER 896: COLD AND MERCILESS

"What’s wrong?"

Kyle Keaton’s furrowed brow was enough to snuff out a fly, causing the temperature around him to drop several degrees.

Seeing this, Thomas Grant quickly tried to mediate: "Mrs. Keaton, what’s the matter? President Keaton has been eagerly waiting for you..."

That pleading look in his eyes was just short of dropping to his knees in front of July Quinn.

Think about it, Lord Keaton had been merciless all day.

If Mrs. Keaton made things difficult for him now, how would they survive?

"I’m fine, just wondering why President Keaton seems to have so much free time to flirt around everywhere?"

Life is simple: eat well, drink well, and don’t let things weigh on your mind.

If someone made July Quinn unhappy, she definitely wanted to return the favor.

As soon as July Quinn said this, Kyle Keaton raised his eyebrows sharply: "Did she say that to you?"

Smart as Kyle Keaton was, he knew July Quinn wouldn’t show him such a face or say such harsh words without reason.

Considering the message she just sent him on WeChat about being stopped by the receptionist, who said those words was already crystal clear.

Without needing a response from July Quinn, Kyle Keaton’s cold, piercing gaze landed directly on the receptionist.

"President Keaton, I..."

The receptionist realized something was wrong when Kyle Keaton approached July Quinn.

Not to mention, Thomas Grant was repeatedly addressing July Quinn as "Mrs."

She already had her answer.

This beautiful woman, devoid of any luxury accessories, was not only President Keaton’s woman but also destined to be the esteemed Mrs. Keaton, a person no one in all of Esteria could afford to offend.

She panicked.

Completely lost her composure.

But she could only try to justify her foolish behavior: "President Keaton, I didn’t know she was Mrs. Keaton. If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared, even if you lent me ten nerves..."

Besides that, she also busily pleaded with July Quinn.

"Madam, I really didn’t do it on purpose. You’re so magnanimous, please forgive me this once."

Working at Keaton Group’s headquarters in Apex Tower, even as a receptionist, was a supreme honor, and the salary and benefits were beyond comparison to other industries.

The receptionist’s biggest worry was that if she got fired, she would surely never be employed by any of Keaton Group’s subsidiaries in the future.

Across the whole nation, three-quarters of the industry belonged to Keaton Group.

If that happened, her dream of marrying a wealthy man to live a life of luxury, given her job convenience, would be shattered.

Her future life could never be as easy and carefree as it was now.

This was her greatest fear.

But even kneeling and begging, July Quinn coldly stated: "Even if I plead for you now, you won’t change. Rather than leaving you around to offend others in the future, it’s better to put an end to the trouble now."

"No, Madam, I promise to mend my ways and never look down on others again."

As the receptionist pleaded, she tried to tug at July Quinn’s clothes.

Kyle Keaton, seeing this, coldly scolded: "Aren’t you going to throw her out?"

The security team that the receptionist previously called upon swiftly dragged her away at Kyle Keaton’s command.

The surroundings returned to silence, and July Quinn’s expression eased considerably.

Even the hand Kyle Keaton placed back on her waist was bearable, and she didn’t brush it off.

Resting in Kyle Keaton’s embrace, she suddenly arched her eyebrow and asked, "Don’t you think I’m cold and heartless?"