###Chapter 154 Jordan Was Angry

Ivelle shook her head. "It's all right. You go up first since someone can always come down to pick me up later, you go! Don't delay your work."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Vice President Brad?"

Ivelle nodded.

He smiled, said nothing more, and went straight up.

When the receptionist saw such a situation, she probably felt more than half of confusion in her heart and said to Ivelle for a moment, "Mrs. Astley, don't worry about what happened just now. I didn't mean it. This is my job. Please understand."

Marcela was angry. "Your job? What's your job? Your job is to receive and convey. First, you did not receive us well, and second, you did not convey the message. "

"It's not our fault that you didn't convey the message because we didn't have an appointment, but the most important part of your job is reception. Not only do you not receive us properly, but you also sneered at us openly and shamelessly. What does the company keep for a receptionist like you?"

After all, Marcela has been with her grandfather for many years and she has seen some of how the world revolves. She has a clear mind and sharp words.

For a moment, the receptionist was speechless by her, looked at Ivelle, and said. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Astley, I didn't mean it!"

"If I killed a man, and I told him I was sorry. Do you think that's all right?" Marcela held her breath, her heart was unhappy and she had an unforgiving mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" The receptionist raised her voice for a moment. "I've told you what I should say and apologize for. Why are you so aggressive? It is Mr. Astley who is looking for the other woman. His own man has found a woman outside and still takes it out on an outsider. Is it great to have money?"

This remark attracted a lot of people and she said it loudly. "With your face, it's no wonder that you can't be on the stage. Boss Astley doesn't want to take you with him. Miss Blakely is beautiful, kind-hearted, elegant, and graceful. You still have to be self-aware. If you really did marry Boss Astley, you may have played some shady tricks! "

The more she said this, the harsher she got.

Marcela was so angry that she was about to fight when she raised her hand. I stopped her and said faintly, "Don't make trouble!"

People are shooting with mobile phones all around. If people want to make an article with these videos, they are afraid that the public opinion in the capital will be difficult to deal with.

What's more, Jordan now wants to expand the market and generate some public opinion. She was afraid it's not good for him.

"You'll just let her bully you?" Marcela opened her mouth and glared at the receptionist.

Ivelle shook my head. "What a quick tongue, it's all right!"

When Brad came, he saw people around him. He frowned and looked at Ivelle and said. "What's the matter?"

Ivelle glanced at the front desk and saw the girl who had been eloquent just now and seemed that she was at a loss, with a bit of uncontrollable shyness on her face.

'It is only natural to look forward to and yearn for beautiful people or food. I think this girl is an admirer of Brad.'

Ivelle looked back and shook her head slightly. "It's all right, let's go!"

In the elevator.

Brad raised his eyebrows. "Knowing that Nicole is up there, aren't you afraid of feeling sad?"

She laughed. "I will feel worse if I don't go up there."

He was funny, his eyes were on her stomach. His eyes sank and he said. "I'm going to have a baby soon. Don't always run around!"

I nodded and said curiously. "How did you know that I know Nicole is coming?"

"The front desk doesn't look good. I guess she said something she shouldn't have said." He spoke in a faint voice.

It seemed that they were the same. Smart people think differently.

In this way, Ivelle did not say any more.

When the elevator arrived on the floor, Brad raised his eyebrows and walked straight down the corridor. They arrived at the President's Office. She went over there and would have something to do.

Ivelle nodded. "Well, thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

He went back to his office while Marcela and Ivelle walked down the corridor. Marcela looked at Ivelle and whispered. "Ivelle, that receptionist girl is not suitable to stay in the company."

"I don't participate in the affairs of the company, whether she is suitable or not, it has nothing to do with me. Don't think about it!"

At the door of Jordan's office, Ivelle raised her hand and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She couldn't help but raise her hand and push it.

The door was unlocked and opened with a push.

There was no one in the office. Marcela put the cakes in the living room of the office, looked at her, and said. "I'll go for a walk and wait for you downstairs. You talk to your husband!"

Ivelle nodded, thinking she had something to buy.

Jordan soon came back, followed by Nicole who was slightly stupefied when he saw Ivelle. "When did you come?"

"An hour ago!" Not long after they got to the office, she spent a lot of time at the front desk.

He picked up his eyebrows, walked up to her, and smoothed the hair in Ivelle's ear. "Why didn't you call me and let me know?"

She looked up and glanced at the woman who followed him, dressed very well. Nicole withdrew her eyes and Ivelle said faintly. "Yes, Miss Blakely said you were in a meeting!"

He frowned and looked at Nicole in his temples. "Interesting?"

Seeing him angry, Nicole turned pale. "Jordan, I'm sorry I didn't mean to touch your phone. It just rang several times. I thought it was urgent, so I answered it. I didn't think it was Sister Ivelle!"

After listening to her, she raised her eyebrows and said thoughtfully. "I only called once and was connected right away." Ivelle looked at Jordan and smiled a little coldly. "You usually make a lot of phone calls!"

Jordan frowned and said. "Speak well!" Then, he took an angry glance at Nicole. Some of his expressions were cold. "It's getting late, let Felix send you back!"

Nicole's face was very bad. She looked at Ivelle and said. "Jordan, my father asked you to send me back!"

Jordan frowned. "Since when did I become your driver?"

Nicole turned pale and couldn't say a word.

She has very aggrieved red eyes. "You know I didn't mean that."

"That's what I understand!" Jordan's recent skill of tricking people is really not ordinary.

'If I were Nicole, my state of mind would have collapsed.' Ivelle thought.

Nicole intertwined her hands, pinched her fingertips, and was red-eyed. "Then I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

As she said that, she looked back at Jordan and spoke cautiously.

Ivelle looked at Jordan with her chin raised and couldn't help saying. "The receptionist downstairs said that your fiancee will come to see you every day. It seems to be true. Do you need me to go back and prepare for you to marry your fiancee?"

He frowned. "Fiancee?"

"Hmm!" Her arm was a little sore. Ivelle reached out in front of him and he rubbed it for her consciously. She continued. "She comes so often and still has a bump in her belly. What is it if she is not the fiancee?"

He didn't look very well. He picked his eyebrows and looked at her. "Do you believe me?"

"It's not up to me to believe it or not!" Her mood was so light that she has no desire to quarrel with him.

He took out his cell phone and made a phone call. Ivelle was close and she could hear the voice at the other end clearly.