###Chapter 153 Equivalent Exchange

When Marcela was done, Aaron got up and was ready to go. Ivelle looked at her cell phone repaired by him and said. "Mr. Aaron, how much is the cost of the cell phone repair?"

"Here it is!" He raised the pastry in his hand and said. "This is an equivalent exchange!"

And then he just left.

Marcela didn't know him. When he saw him left, she stood beside Ivelle and began to curiously ask her. "Ma'am, who is he?"

"Aaron, the son of Richard."

"Oh!" Marcela nodded and said to herself. "I don't know him!"

She smiled and didn't explain too much.

Marcela packed the cakes and supported her. "If your husband saw you deliver it to him in person, he would be very happy!"

Ivelle doesn't know whether he'll be happy or not, but what she knows is that he must be very busy at this time.

She hasn't been to the company in Madrid very much. She was a little surprised when she took a taxi to the entrance of the company.

Jordan's action was really a little too big. He took down all three top buildings in the central district of the city and dominated with the luxurious style.

There were a hustle and bustle of people going in and out of the downstairs of the company. Marcela was worried that Ivelle would get bumped into, so she held her carefully and said. "Ivelle, you have to be careful!"

At the Front Desk.

Marcela asked twice, but no one answered her. The exquisite receptionist was busy with the customers who came to visit, so Marcela asked her several times but she dismissed her.

Marcela was a little angry. "Woman, please tell us that you don't have the talent in assisting clients like us. You won't even let us proceed to President's Office. How come you are not a director?"

Her voice was a little loud which attracted a lot of people's attention, and the receptionist had to look at her and still said politely, "Auntie, it's not that I don't want to tell you. We have countless people coming to visit us every day, but we allowed them to enter only if they made an appointment. We can't let you go up without an appointment!"

Marcela was unhappy. "How busy does he have to be? Do we have to make an appointment when his wife comes to see him?"

The front desk was stupefied but smiled. "Auntie, our president's fiancee just went up, how can there be another wife? It seems like you remember wrong, find the correct person next time."

"Where can I find the wrong person?" Marcela put the cakes on the front desk and had an irritated expression. "Mr. Astley has been married for almost three years, and his fiancee just went up? Make no mistake next time."

The front desk smiled contemptuously and said. "Auntie, you can't talk nonsense. Don't we know whether our president is married or not? His fiancee has been here these days, so we can't be wrong all the time!"

What else did Marcela want to say? Ivelle tried to stop her. "Marcela."

"Ivelle!" Marcela looked at her and said with concern. "What's the matter?" Are you tired? You go over there and sit down for a while, I'll tell them."

She smiled and shook her head, held her belly, and walked to the front desk. "Hello." She politely greeted her and then looked at the receptionist and said. "Is your President's fiancee surnamed Blakely?"

The receptionist was stupefied and nodded. "Yes! It is the miss who was originally lost in the Biden family. Who Boss Astley met in Hempstead. They already have a child and I heard that they are going to get married."

"Nonsense!" Marcela couldn't endure listening and was scolded. "This Nicole is immoral. How come this woman is still haunting another woman's husband and the child can't be her husband's at all." She said to Ivelle.

"Auntie, you have to speak with self-respect and don't insult others casually!" The receptionist seemed to be very protective of Nicole.

Marcela sneered. "Insulting people?" Oh, if she really didn't do it, what can people take to slander her?"

She looked at the people who went quietly everywhere in the hall. Ivelle looked at the receptionist again and asked. "Does Miss Blakely often come these days?"

The receptionist nodded, looked at her belly, and said hesitantly. "Boss Astley and Miss Nicole have been here since he came to the capital. Ma'am, who are you?"

"I am Jordan's legitimate wife!" Ivelle said as she pointed to her stomach and smiled. "This is his baby, it's coming soon!"

With that, she directly ignored the skeptical eyes of the receptionist and called Jordan.

The phone rang twice and was connected.

"Hello!" This voice is familiar to her. It was a female voice and is not Jordan's.

It's Nicole!

"Put Jordan on the phone!" It is not unusual. It is common for a man like Jordan to have a woman who is obsessed with him.

"He's in a meeting!" Nicole gladly opened her mouth and said proudly. "Your belly should be about to give birth."

She rolled her eyes and hung up the phone.

Seeing this, the receptionist sneered. "Why can a rich lady pretend that Boss Astley is not worthy of any woman waving casually on the street?"

"How can you speak so rudely?" Marcela flushed angrily and was about to swear.

Ivelle grabbed her and shook her head slightly. The people who came in and out watched the commotion, they thought that Marcela and Ivelle's intention was not good.

Ivelle redialed Brad's phone, which rang twice, and got through.

His voice was as cold as ever. "Ivelle, what's wrong?"

"Are you in the capital?"

He answered. "Yes!"

"We're under the triangle building in the City Center, can you come down and take me? It seems that I need to make an appointment at the front desk. I haven't made an appointment with Jordan." I said this lightly and without much emotion.

"Good!" When he replied to me, the phone was hung up.

The receptionist looked a little pale and looked puzzled as if she was a little confused.

She bowed her head and touched her stomach. Ivelle just stood quietly and waited. Marcela glanced coldly at the receptionist and murmured. "Dog eyes look down on people."

As soon as the receptionist was about to retort, someone came to the reception desk. "Hello, I have an appointment with Boss Astley. Please pass it on!"

The receptionist nodded. "Okay, just a moment!"

When she heard and listened to this voice, it was somewhat familiar. Ivelle couldn't help looking back and saw Lucas Flynn, the President of AC who was dressed in a black suit.

Not in a daze, she opened her mouth and said. "Boss Flynn!"

Lucas saw her but he was a little surprised and said. "Mrs. Astley, why did you come to the Capital? Your belly is so big. I thought you stayed in Hempstead to take care of Astley's Group!"

Ivelle smiled, looked at her belly, and said. "The child is too old to go to the company. Why did you come to the capital?"

He smiled and said. "Astley is determined to develop in the capital, and I am naturally here for future cooperation with Astley."

AC audit is an old brand for decades., Astley's industrial chain is huge and Astley's cooperation can support the income of AC for half a year. Every businessman would not dare to miss such an opportunity.

Ivelle nodded and didn't say much.

Seeing me standing here, he frowned. "Are you waiting for someone here?"

I nodded. "I didn't tell him that I'll come, so I was waiting for him."

"Boss Flynn, Boss Astley sent you up!" The receptionist spoke and her eyes fell on me, somewhat unnatural.

Lucas nodded and looked at Ivelle and said. "Boss Astley should be busy. Why don't you go up with me? It seems to me that you are going to have a baby. I'm afraid it's not good for you to stand for a long time."