Chapter 57 Ridiculously Unreasonable

Natalie Snowden was incredibly irritated. She resented John Winters even more because of what she was told.

'That man is ridiculously unreasonable…'

She would not have to experience that awkward scene with Sean Quinton, if not that John Winters had made his move on Sean because of the small misunderstanding. So…

She needed to clarify the situation with John Winters. She did not appreciate the fact that Sean was forced to leave the country, even if they might not be able to look at each other eye-to-eye anymore. Sean's words replayed one more time in her mind and she clenched her fists…

She had sustained her anger all the way back to the Winters house, but he was not there.

Still fueled by that anger, she got the family driver to send her to the Winters Corporation building.

She reached there and was intercepted at the reception counter…

The security guards looked at her. "I'm sorry! You can't go up if you're not an employee of the company…"

"I'm here to look for John Winters. I am his wife."

The security guards were surprised. "His wife?"

The two security guards looked at each other, then burst into laughter…

"Does she look like it?" One of them said.

"Possibly, because she's so pretty. If she says she's the president's wife though… then I should be the president's elder brother!"

The two security guards burst into laughter again.

Natalie fully understood that she was being taken lightly because she had been wearing her usual clothes. Her unassuming attire was the biggest reason why the guards did not believe her.

'Don't they know to not judge a book by its cover?'

She was about to retort angrily when one of the security guards told her, "I say, Miss, there are many girls who admire our president, but you're the first one to give such a brazen excuse. Our president isn't married. He's still single."

"Do you think the president needs to inform you that he's married? Don't treat your ignorance as the truth. I'll say it again. I'm his wife, and I want to see him."

Her sudden change in temperament had caused the two security guards to subconsciously shudder.

They recovered very quickly "We are sorry! We won't let unidentified individuals go upstairs. Please leave, Miss!" They insisted.

Natalie knew that she could not convince them. She looked at one of the guards straight in the eye and calmly said, "Please pass a message to his assistant, Greg Hudson. Tell him that Natalie Snowden is here and get him to come downstairs."

"What a lunatic…" One of the security guards became impatient. He stepped forward in an attempt to grab Natalie.

He had only touched the sleeve of her shirt when she slapped the hand away. "Keep your dirty hands off me!"

"Ha! You're so young, but you have quite the temper!"

Natalie could not be bothered to reason with them anymore. She took out her phone and dialed Greg Hudson's number in front of their faces.

The call was soon answered. "Assistant Hudson, I'm at the lobby of your company," she said briskly.

The two security guards were immediately dumbstruck when they heard that.

They immediately dashed the thought of dragging her and throwing her out of the building. Unfortunately for them, Greg Hudson appeared at the lobby a few minutes later, no matter how hard they prayed.

They stared in wide-eyed horror as the president's personal assistant escorted Natalie upstairs.

'We're finished!

'We've crossed the president's wife. Do we still get to keep our jobs?'

…

It was already late in the night. Most of the floors in the Winters Corporation building had already gone dark, though there were still some workers working overtime.

As the leader of the company, John Winters's office was on one of the highest floors.

Once they got out of the elevator on the 28th floor, Greg Hudson discreetly vanished.

Still fueled by anger, Natalie walked toward the president's office and knocked lightly three times on the door. She heard a low, seductive voice coming from within…

"Come in!"

Her hand pressed on the door handle, and she subconsciously took a deep breath…

Then, she pushed the door open.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Before Natalie took another step, she spoke loudly. "If you have a problem with me, I hope that you don't involve any third parties."

The man whose head was buried deep in work furrowed his brows when he heard her voice, then…

"Why is it you?"

"…"

'What do you mean, why is it me?'

She had called him no less than ten times before she arrived, though he picked up none of them. What else could she do, if not go check on him?

'Whatever. I shouldn't bicker over petty matters at this time.'

She immediately jumped into the main topic. "Why are you forcing Director Quinton to leave?"

"Force him?"

His hand, which was holding a pen and writing something, abruptly stopped, and he finally looked at her in the eye.

"I've heard that he has been eyeing that opportunity for two years, but has always been rejected because of his background check."

"…"

"You're silent. Was I right?"

John Winters did not like Sean Quinton. It was that photograph, and that scene he saw that night, and most importantly…

He did not appreciate being put on the spot by Natalie Snowden because he had applied some pressure on that man.

'Hmph!'

He laughed, though his expression was harsh. "Doctor Quinton is an outstanding individual, and I've given the perfect opportunity. He'll greatly benefit the medical world once he returns from his studies."

"What a grandiloquent excuse, but isn't your true objective to make him leave Hua City?"

John Winters, in his arrogance, did not offer to explain himself. "That's no loss for him, isn't it?"

"You're not him. How do you know that he's not negatively affected?"

"You said earlier that you don't want a third party to be involved, right?"

The man's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Look at how eager you are to speak up for him. Why do I feel as though I've done the right thing?"

"…"

"Natalie Snowden, don't forget that you are my wife now. If you step out of line, I'll have to punish you."

She immediately thought of the agony that he put her through that night.

Her face immediately flushed red, though her anger had caused her to be speechless.

He continued, "You said that I'm forcing him. What did I force him to do? I only gave him a choice. It's up to him to make a decision, isn't it?"

"He said that he'll have to resign from the medical world forever if he doesn't leave. Isn't that considered forcing him?"

"Why is he still hesitating then?"

His voice subconsciously became louder and high-pitched. "If he doesn't want to leave, he could have told me so immediately. Why hasn't he given me an answer after three days?" He said while looking at her with a piercing gaze.

"…"