Chapter 2 YOUR ACTING SKILLS ARE GOOD

Mide lowered his head and looked at the woman who was close at hand. Her face, without any makeup, was filled with stubbornness and resentment, as though she had lost the pillar of her life, just like he had at that time.

"Be more sober, Wuraola. Not all people with the surname Wellington are your enemies. Don't you understand? I'm here to help you."

"Help me?" Wuraola raised her voice and sneered, her eyes were full of mockery. "Help an outsider to fight against your own company and father? Mide Wellington, are you stupid or am I the stupid one here?"

"Believe it or not, this is the truth," Mide said, letting go of her hand and taking a contract from his assistant to hand it over to her. "This is the biggest concession I've fought for you. The company has never spent so much money before."

Snap!

Wuraola didn't hesitate to slap away the contract in Mide's hand. "Do you think money is everything? Will everything be fine if you give me money?"

Looking at the contract on the ground, Mide didn't pick it up, but instead, his forehead veins bulged.

"Do you think you can avenge your father by acting based on your emotions? I'll give you one day to think about whether or not to marry me. I'll come to you the day after tomorrow."

After speaking, Mide left with a colder expression than before.

Sitting in the car, his assistant was worried. "Sir, what if she tears up the contract? You sacrificed one of your projects for it. Why don't you tell Miss Wuraola about it? What if she doesn't agree to marry you the day after tomorrow? Wouldn't my Lord be at a disadvantage?

"You underestimate her," Mide said, supporting his head with one hand and closing his eyes to rest. "She's a unique woman. I didn't make a mistake in choosing her."

As for what to do if she still refuses to marry him the day after tomorrow, he can only take a hard approach without hesitation.

Mide watched as the house of Wuraola faded into the distance. There was a change in his heart that he hadn't even noticed.

That night, Wuraola knelt in front of her father's picture all night long, without closing her eyes. When the first ray of sunlight shone the next morning, she got up, washed up, and left with the agreement on the ground.

At Wellington Corporation.

Wuraola looked up at the magnificent building, feeling both nervous and calm. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, ready to start her war.

When the administration department heard that Wuraola had come, the director rushed over to invite her to the VIP room, afraid that she would cause trouble. But she was calm and polite as if she were a guest.

"Miss Wuraola, do you have any business coming here? I am the administrative director of Wellington Corporation. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Wuraola glanced at him. "What I want to say is something you can't decide. Is your chairman here? I want to see him."

"Whether I can decide or not, how do you know if you don't say it?" The administrative director was stunned. This woman had such unwavering boldness. Was there anything in this company that he couldn't decide?

"I demand double compensation."

Okay, very good, he really couldn't decide... The administrative director nodded reluctantly. "Please wait a moment, Miss Wuraola."

The room was empty, and she finally relaxed her clenched fists.

When Mide received the news that Wuraola had come to the company, he was amazed for a moment, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. "Is she here to find me?"

His assistant coughed softly. "Sir, Miss Wuraola, is here to see the chairman. She demands double compensation."

He was amazed. He immediately ordered his assistant to prepare some food and drinks and wait for the chairman to return.

As soon as they heard the door open, both of them looked towards the entrance. The administrative director looked relieved, while Wuraola had no emotions on her face.

"This is the vice president of our company and also the son of our chairman." With the young man here, he wouldn't have to take the blame, right?

Wuraola didn't say a word, and Mide didn't mind. "Go prepare some food," he said, then looked at Wuraola, "Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

She nodded negatively and he signaled to the administrative director to leave.

'Wuraola is really bold. She dared to come directly and demand double compensation. I'm afraid that's not her intention. This woman's actions cannot be understood with ordinary thinking.' Mide thought to himself.

"When is the chairman returning to the company?" Mide asked as the administrative director got to the door.

His assistant followed him, "I have no idea, sir. The meeting is quite important, so he might not be back until tonight."

After the two left, Wuraola and Mide were left alone in the office.

"Wuraola, your acting skills are good," Mide said, raising an eyebrow.

Wuraola didn't mince her words, "It takes one to know one."

Mide sat on the chair, folded his hands, and looked at Wura. "If you were not satisfied with the compensation, why didn't you say so yesterday?"

Wuraola glanced at him, "Do you think I came all the way here just for the money? You already said that the amount was the biggest concession your company could make, and I'm satisfied."

"Then, are you here to see your enemy?" Mide didn't seem surprised, as if it was to be expected.

Wuraola nodded, "Errmh before the chairman comes back, could you please keep me company, Mr. Mide?"

Mide cocked his eyebrows in surprise but quickly regained his composure. "Of course."

"Also," Wuraola suddenly leaned in close to Mide and spoke in a hushed voice, "I want to know about what happened between you and your father. Why are you going to such lengths to ruin him?"

"That seems to have nothing to do with you," Mide looked at Wuraola.