Presiden's wild wife

Chapter 13 Recording

Sophia was trembling with anger, but professionalism required her to calm down and waited quietly for Shirley to order her drink.

From the beginning to the end, no one said anything. Shirley drank her juice joyfully and got up triumphantly when she finished, "Well, my time for you is up. I’m in a hurry to the next interview. So bye."

Elena was a little panicked since they didn’t even start this interview. But now she was leaving? When Elena saw Shirley leaving, she immediately stand up and called her, "Miss Shirley, please wait a moment!" Elena took a breath. "I don’t quite understand what you mean. Our interview hasn’t even started yet, why..."

"The interview is over. I definitely said that I would give you fifteen minutes, but unfortunately, you didn’t appreciate it. And now you are blaming me." Shirley looked so innocent when she said that. Elena would believe her if she didn’t know what really happened.

Sophia was furious and finally spoke out, "When did you give us time? You were late from the beginning and you didn’t even apologize when you came in but just directly gave us fifteen minutes! OK, fine, we accepted! But now you are leaving!? Don’t you think you have gone too far?"

The people in the restaurant were instantly curious about what was happening. Shirley was a celebrity so she put on her sunglasses and mask at once. However, her contemptuous attitude could never be hidden, "So what if I have gone too far? Do your want to go against me? You’re just nobody from a little magazine."

"Aren’t you afraid that we will write down what happened today and publish it?"

Undaunted, Elena looked into Shirley ‘s eyes.

Shirley grimaced, raised her hand without hesitation, and gave her a hard slap, "Who do you think you are? Do you think anyone will believe what you say!?"

"Elena, are you okay?" Sophia was taken aback. No one expected she would slap.

Shirley slightly snorted, "Keep your mouth shut, otherwise I will let you suffer!"

"Why?" Elena asked despite her immediately red and swollen face. Why was Shirley so hostile to their magazine?

Shirley chuckled and thought Elena wasn’t too stupid. However, seeing her embarrassed appearance, Shirley finally felt a lot of joy, and explained softly, "Because Olivia is my sister!"

No wonder!

Elena suddenly understood that she was revenging for Olivia.

"Just wait. I’ll have my company send you a compensation agreement. You two not only wasted my time but also delayed my work. Prepare to pay a fortune!"

"You are talking nonsense! It is you who didn’t cooperate, and you even slapped Elena!" Sophia accused her in exasperation.

"Who knows? Do you have proof?" Shirley glanced at her.

Sophia was so angry that she could not say a word, and Shirley laughed, "I’m not incompetent Olivia. Do you want to fight me? In your dream!"

Seeing Shirley strutting away, Sophia pulled at Elena’s sleeve, "Do you know each other? I think I just heard her saying Olivia or something."

Elena nodded, then shook her head, "Sort of. I know her sister."

Sophia was utterly desperate and hit on the table helplessly, "Then what about this interview?"

Sophia was scared of Shirley’s threats. Did they have to pay compensation?

"Interview?" Elena smiled at her at ease, "We have got the interview."

"What!? When? Elena? Are you OK?" Sophia stared at her and became worried. "We didn’t get the interview but you said we have got it?"

"Look. We have got it." She shook the recorder in her hand and smiled brightly despite her swollen face.

Sophia’s eyes lit up, "This is..."

"Didn’t she say we couldn’t beat her? Well, I quite disagree!" Elena smiled in confidence. She had a plan in mind already.

Since the interview ended up in a mess, Elena and Sophia believed there was no need to go back to the office now. So they told the editor-in-chief in advance and went home.

Elena covered her swollen cheek and carefully came into the kitchen, trying to find some ice to ease her pain.

"When did you get back, Madam?" Mia’s voice behind her startled her. She turned her back to Mia and explained, "I just came back to see if there is anything I can eat."

Mia smiled kindly, "Madam, you can just ask me to cook what you want to eat. You don’t have to do it yourself. I’ll see what’s left in the fridge and make it for you right away!"

While Mia was rummaging the food, Elena quickly dodged out of the kitchen and hurriedly left, "It’s okay. I just recalled I had an interview report to write, so I’m going upstairs first!"

Mia was puzzled for a moment. She felt confused about Elena’s behavior and thought back carefully. She seemed to see Elena holding a towel in her hand and something was wrapped in it.

About half an hour later, the swelling finally disappeared. But the red mark was still clear on her face. She didn’t know how to explain it when Logan came back later and saw it.

As she was thinking about it, there was a sound outside the door. Elena went into the bed in panic immediately, not daring to move.

Logan pushed the door and saw a bulge on the bed. He frowned and said, "Elena?"

"I...I’m tired! I want to rest now." Her muffled voice came from under the quilt.

After a moment of silence, he left. He frowned since Elena was clearly hiding something from him. At this moment, Mia came up with a bowl of soup, "Sir, is madam all right?"

What did she mean? He was puzzled.

Mia explained, "Just now Madame said she was hungry and looking for something to eat in the kitchen, but I seemed to see her face flushed and a towel in her hand, and there was no ice in the fridge any more..." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Before Mia could finish speaking, Logan came back and opened the door again. He came directly to the bed and lifted the quilt that wrapped Elena tightly.

Elena was startled and wanted to cover her face at once. But before she succeeded, Logan had grabbed her hand with his eyes fixed on the obvious mark on her face.

"I..." somehow, as long as she met his cold eyes, she stammered all of a sudden, "I accidentally bumped into something. It’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine tomorrow."

Logan didn’t believe her words at all. His gaze was austere and the cold atmosphere around him was rushing towards her, "Who did this!"