My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1032 Julien's Repayment

Otherwise, Luke would not have been so generous as to let the woman he loved be with another man.

It seemed Julien no longer needed to be wary of Luke.

"How are you going to repay them?" Sydney asked curiously, taking Julien's hand.

Julien touched her head. "That's my business. Don't worry. I will be generous to them."

Sydney rolled her eyes at him. "I didn't say you wouldn't. You're too rich to be stingy."

Julien laughed, "Should I be happy that I have such a good image in your mind?"

"Sure," Sydney smiled.

Julien flicked her forehead. "Okay, now is time to talk about the punishment."

"Punishment?" Sydney looked at Julien in confusion. "Who are you going to punish?"

Julien didn't answer, his deep gaze falling on her.

Sydney's heart jumped.

She thought, 'What does he mean?'

"You're not going to punish me, are you?" Sydney pointed at her nose in amazement.

Julien replied, "Your concealment upset me anyway, so I'll punish you. You have to accompany me tonight."

He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe, speaking in a low and seductive tone.

Sydney shivered, instantly understanding his words.

Sydney blushed. "You cunning guy. You seized every opportunity to take advantage of me..."

Julien chuckled, "Let's go."

He bent down, picked her up, and walked toward the bedroom.

Sydney screamed in shock, "Julien, let go of me. You've not finished eating yet."

"I've had enough."

"You..."

Sydney was silenced by Julien with a kiss, accompanied by the sound of the closing door.

Soon, the living room was quiet, with only the unfinished meal on the table, showing that the living room had been occupied just now.

Soon, erotic noise came out of the bedroom, hinting where the people had gone.

As Sydney said, Julien was a cunning man who seized every opportunity to take advantage of her.

Sure enough, Julien used the excuse of punishing Sydney to get the approval to try the positions that she had previously rejected.

Those positions were not only difficult but also titillating.

So Julien had been eager to try them but was refused by Sydney before.

Now, he finally succeeded.

A few hours later, Sydney fell asleep from exhaustion, while Julien was leaning against the bedhead, looking down tenderly at the woman in his arms. He gently stroked her face from time to time, which was full of redness and fatigue. Her forehead and the hair around it were wet.

It could be seen how intense their sex was.

Julien's face was also red and tired. There was also sweat on his forehead and hair.

Yet he looked extremely satisfied.

Obviously, he not only gained the ultimate victory but also enjoyed the sex very much.

Julien didn't stay in bed for long. When he had rested enough and his breathing was even, he let go of Sydney, lifted the covers, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Julien wore a white bathrobe with a towel around his neck. His wet hair was still dripping water as he walked out. The droplets fell onto his white towel and quickly disappeared.

When he came to the coffee table in the living room, Julien picked up his cell phone. Seeing there were no work messages from his subordinates, he called Zach.

Zach was working overtime at the company. He had no choice. New Year was coming, so they had to make an annual inventory.

The Flint Corporation was large, with hundreds of subsidiaries, and it invested in many companies. So the workload was huge.

Zach was staying up late in the company to prepare for the annual inventory.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who worked overtime. There were many other people there, so Zach felt much better.

"Mr. Flint?" Zach had just finished handling an inventory plan document from a subsidiary and had taken a sip of the coffee that had been cold for a long time. He was refreshed a little, ready to deal with another document when his phone rang. Zach picked it up, feeling vexed as he saw the caller ID. However, he had to answer it.

Listening to Zach's weak voice on the other end of the line, Julien remembered that Zach was still working. Julien fell silent for a while, wondering, 'Is it a bit too much to ask Zach to do things for me at this moment?'

Yet soon, this little compassion was thrown out of Julien's mind.

Julien thought, 'Anyway, Zach is working rather than sleeping. Why can't I ask him to handle some things?

'Yes, that's right.

'I'm definitely not a stingy, troublesome, and heartless boss.' Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"Have you finished your work?" Julien asked.

Zach looked at the few documents left in front of him and pressed his forehead. "There are some documents left. I can finish them at about five o'clock, and we can tell them to make annual inventories tomorrow."

Julien said, "OK. After work, you can rest in the company and go to work tomorrow afternoon."

Zach pressed his forehead for a moment in disbelief.

He thought, 'Tomorrow afternoon?

'Is Mr. Flint serious?

'Could it be that he finally feels sorry for me?'

"Thank you so much, Mr. Flint." Zach's face turned red from excitement.

Julien pursed his lips. "But you have to do something for me."

The excitement on Zach's face was instantly replaced by a sneer.

He knew it.

Zach thought, 'It doesn't matter. It's rare for Mr. Flint to have a change of heart and give me a rest.

'I should cherish it.'

"Okay, at your service," Zach said with a smile and secretly cursed Julien.

Julien picked up the glass from the table and took a sip of water. "I remember the Port City Branch of Mediana National Bank is short of cash recently, right?"

Zach did not understand why Julien had suddenly asked this. He nodded seriously. "Yes, some time ago, Mediana National Bank Head Office transferred 70% of the deposit funds away from the Port City Branch, so now it's short of cash. Chaim is eagerly contacting enterprisers, trying to persuade them to put money in his bank rather than foreign banks. If the deposit funds of his bank are not up to standard, he may be fired."