The Cold Wife
Chapter 10

In the morning, Sweet was already looking neat. Yesterday afternoon, several maids escorted various models of clothing to her room. Sweet was surprised by all the facilities Alex gave. All branded items are in his room at the moment. Starting from clothes, bags, shoes and other accessories.

Sweet sat on the bed. Staring at the Black Card that Alex accidentally gave her.

"Mrs, Master also gave this card to you. The master advised that the Madam use this card, otherwise, the Madam should receive punishment."

The servant's words continued to ring. Sweet was confused as to what to do for the Black Card. She had no intention of using her husband's money. His savings were still enough to support himself.

"Huh, this is very troublesome," he lamented as he got up from his place. He put everything he needed into a bag. And straight up from there with a slightly limp leg.

"Hey, is it getting better?" mala asked as they passed.

"Already," Sweet said. Mala who heard that smiled happily.

"Where are you beautiful?" Mala asked back.

"The office, this morning there's an important meeting."

"Owh, go with Dad?"

"No, I'm going alone." Sweet walked out of the house. Mala quickly held him back.

"Where are you? Have breakfast first," take Mala. Sweet refused, but Mala persuaded him.

Sweet walked towards the dining room with Mala. Sweet's step was restrained when he saw Alex was already there. The man was already seen neatly in his formal attire. A sharp gaze immediately pierced the bottom of Sweet's heart.

"Sweet, join" asked Milan who was serving Alex. Sweet did not react to anything. He walked to the dining table. A waiter pulls up a chair next to Alex.

"Please, Madam." Sweet sat next to her husband. The waiter returned to serve Sweet.

"He can be alone, you go and do other tasks." Alex ordered the waiter to leave.

"Don't get used to being spoiled," he continued. Sweet looked at Alex lazily.

Talking to others is easy. Not self conscious!

"There's no need to grumble for me, just watch your pathetic self." Alex seemed to understand Sweet's gaze.

Milan and Mala looked at the two in turn. Sweet looked at them. He quickly threw away his sight. The atmosphere became awkward. No more words came out. Only the sound of the twang of the cutlery hitting the plate broke all awkwardness.

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"Come in" Alex told Sweet. Sweet was standing in front of the gate. Waiting for a taxi. But not coming.

"No need, I'm taking a cab." Sweet refuses Alex's offer. He's a little bit away from Alex's car.

"As far as you are concerned, just wait until you die standing up" Alex shuts the windshield and leaves Sweet standing.

Fifteen minutes passed, but not a single taxi passed. Today is a working day. Usually many taxis pass by. Sweet began to panic because five minutes later the meeting would begin.

"How can there be no taxis here?" his grunts while continuing to look at the deserted streets. Not even a single vehicle passed. His feet began to throb as a result of standing for too long.

Tin tin!

The sound of the car horn surprised Sweet. A silver Ferrari was standing next to him. Sweet is a little backwards. The Ferrari door was open.

"Sweet, what are you doing alone?" ask the car owner. Sweet breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm waiting for a taxi, Mr. Hanz. You live here too?" answer Sweet. Yes, the owner of the car is Mr. Hanz.

"Taxi? There's a taxi here. This is elite territory. No taxi dares to come in, you don't know that?" ask Mr. Hanz in surprise. Sweet immediately shook his head.

"Where's your fiancee? Don't say it's sweet enough to be thrown away" said Mr. Hanz. Sweet did not answer Mr. Hanz's question at all.

"Here you go, let's go in. Come with me, it just so happens that the meeting will start soon, right?"

"Guys, don't think too much. Let's go in right away," take Mr. Hanz. Sweet obeyed the man's orders. Mr. Hanz helped Sweet open the door. He was a little surprised when he saw Sweet's slightly limp footsteps.

"Thank you" said Sweet. Mr. Hanz smiled sweetly in return.

Sweet touched her leg which was so painful. None of this has escaped the attention of Mr. Hanz.

"Why your feet? What was that old man? You should have rejected him, he's too cruel for you" said Mr. Hanz with a smile.

"You're too small to deal with someone like him" continued Mr. Hanz. Sweet simply did not understand the direction of the man's conversation.

"Sorry, Sir. Why did you participate in the meeting this time?" tanya Sweet switched the conversation.

"This is all on your fiance's orders, he asked that everything related to your father's company should attend the meeting. I don't know what the purpose is?" Answer Mr. Hanz.

Sweet seemed to think for a moment.

What exactly did you plan to do with that man?

"Sweet, are you okay?" asked Mr. Hanz when he saw Sweet pensive. Sweet was stunned from his daydream.

"Yes, I'm ok." Sweet confirmed his sitting position.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the office.

"Do I need help?" asked Mr. Hanz when he saw Sweet who had a hard time walking.

"No, thank you." Sweet walked as much as he could. He does not want to trouble others.

Arriving in the meeting room. Sweet was quite surprised, as the room was almost full.

"Sweety, you're okay, what's wrong with your legs?" jeremy asked his daughter.

"Just a little accident, Dad." Sweet sat down in a special place for her. His brown eyes moved and met Alex's blue eyes. The man's look was terrible. Sweet quickly decided on his view.

Now the meeting was broken without obstacles. Each division conveys their own information well.

"In this one year the company's turnover continues to increase 7% in each month. That means that in one year the increase reached 84%. One of the largest turnover in this month comes from the Diamond hotel construction project which is directly connected to the shopping mall ...." Sweet explained the results of the report he had prepared without hesitation. He said all the problems so nicely.

"Following the details of funds in one year, we can see if the turnover curve every month continues to increase drastically. This project is quite profitable. Next we move on to other projects ...."

"Omset should go up to 95%. Handle small projects that are neglected, never underestimate the little things. Improve performance in personnel. Choose employees who have good performance, not just rely on insiders, but frozen brains. We need work not just talk." Cut Alex without hesitation.

Everyone fell silent, including Sweet who was still standing in front.

"One more thing, fix the financial statements. Revise the whole section, all useless. This meeting is quite up here." Alex got up from his seat and left the room. The atmosphere is so gripping.

"The others can disband, unless you're Sweet." Jeremy's orders. His face was red. Everyone immediately went out of the room. Mr. Hanz looked at Sweet full of pity.

Huh, I hope you can handle that guy, Sweet. Change Hanz in heart. Then he hurried to leave the meeting place. There's only Sweet and Jeremy left.

"Dad?" Call Sweet. He doesn't understand what's going on.

Jeremy got up from his seat.

"Did you make him mad, Sweet? What did you do yesterday, what happened to your feet and your head? You pissed him off?" a thousand questions he rained for Sweet. The girl is getting confused.

"I asked, Dad. Why is our company under his control? It wasn't like this before, Dad."

"I told you, it all depends on you. Don't ever make her mad, remember that, Sweet. Follow all the orders, fix your report!" Jermy left the place with an upset heart.

As for Sweet, he was sitting limp. He doesn't understand what's going on. The company was okay before. No one can control it other than the owner of the company itself. But now, everything is out of control.