You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 71- An interview

On Friday night, Dave had some business to attend to and didn’t return home until late.

However, the next morning, he still got up early and rushed to his mother’s place. It was Saturday, Laurent’s day to visit his daughter, and he guessed she would definitely take the earliest train to get there.

When he arrived downstairs at Lilian’s place, he saw the driver from the old family house waiting.

After getting out of the car, Dave gave the driver a puzzled look.

"Is my mom going out today?"

The driver respectfully replied, "No, sir. Madam asked me to take Miss Emma to her mother’s place today."

Dave frowned. "What do you mean? Isn’t today supposed to be the day she visits the child?"

The driver smiled faintly. "I’m not sure about that. I’m just following orders."

Dave turned and entered the building, his anger rising the more he thought about it.

Her ego really was something else—having a driver send her daughter to her house for a visit?

What did she think she was doing?

As he exited the elevator at Lilian’s place, he saw his mother, Tiffany, opening the door and leading her well-dressed, excited daughter out.

He stopped them, visibly displeased.

"Why isn’t her mom coming today?"

The little girl explained eagerly, "Mom said she had an interview this morning, so the lady of the house asked the driver to bring me over to see grandma and grandpa."

An interview?

The word "interview" sounded incredibly harsh to Dave. He couldn’t accept the fact that she was going out to work and becoming independent.

He immediately refused coldly.

"No!"

Realizing his anger and tone were too harsh, he glanced at his mother and daughter, then softened his voice.

"Let her come pick her up herself."

The little girl, completely not understanding his sudden anger, pouted and stared at him.

Tiffany raised her hand to hug her granddaughter, looking at her son.

"Dave, aren’t you being unreasonable? Laurent already said she couldn’t come because of an interview. It’s not like she’s avoiding it on purpose. We have the means to take Emma to them, so what’s the problem?"

"Besides, Emma hasn’t seen her grandparents in a while. Shouldn’t she go visit them?"

Tiffany was also unhappy with her son’s unreasonable attitude.

Her words made sense, and with nothing more to say, Dave could only huff.

"Someone like her still has interviews? What company would want her?"

Tiffany glanced at him.

"Dave, I’ve said this before—since you’ve separated, just part on good terms. Laurent is trying to live her own life now. Stop pulling strings behind her back."

After all, he was her biological son, and Tiffany knew him well.

He hoped he wouldn’t let his frustration get the best of him and interfere with Laurent’s chances of finding a job.

Dave glared at his mother in annoyance. Why was everyone siding with Laurent? They were his direct relatives, not hers!

"Fine, I’ll take Emma down. You can go do whatever you need to do."

Tiffany, not wanting to waste any more time arguing with him, took her granddaughter’s hand and prepared to leave.

Dave stopped them again.

"Aren’t you worried about sending the child with the driver on such a long trip?"

"What’s there to worry about? The driver has been with our family for many years. I even called in a reliable one who drives steadily—"

Tiffany suddenly realized what her son was up to and felt helpless. She decided to give in to him.

"It’s the weekend. If you’re free, why don’t you take Emma there yourself? It’s always best when you drive her personally."

The little girl also gave Dave an out, looking up at him with her innocent face.

"Daddy, do you have time? I’d like you to take me. That way, we can talk on the way. I don’t really have much to say to Uncle Driver. The ride will be so boring!"

In the end, Dave drove his daughter to Laurent’s house, while the driver, who had been called in early, was sent away by Tiffany.

Laurent had arrived early at the clothing factory for her interview. While waiting for others to be interviewed, she received a call from Dave. Having been married to him for so many years, she could recognize his number without looking. So, when a string of digits appeared on her phone, she immediately knew it was him.

She picked up the call, and on the other end, she heard his cold, sarcastic voice.

"Laurent, you sure have a lot of nerve. You’re visiting a child, and you need the driver to deliver you to the door!"

As soon as he said that, Laurent realized he knew the driver was taking their daughter over today. She was irritated by his sarcastic tone, so she didn’t bother softening her own.

"I didn’t do it on purpose. Besides—"

She wanted to explain that she hadn’t asked for the driver to come, but it was Tiffany’s idea. However, her words were immediately cut off by him.

He coldly rebuked her from the other end of the line.

"Why do you always have so many excuses? If you can’t make it on time to visit the child, don’t promise her anything in the first place and get her hopes up!"

If he hadn’t said that, Laurent might have just let it slide. But for someone who had broken his promises to his daughter so many times, what right did he have to criticize her?

So, she mocked him back with a sharp laugh.

"Dave, how dare you question me? Why don’t you talk about how many times *you’ve* broken your promises to our daughter?"

Dave was at a loss for words in the face of her accusation.

He remembered when their daughter was younger and first started understanding things like playgrounds and outings. She had invited him many times to take her out on weekends.

He often agreed, but as the weekend approached, either he really had something else to do and would cancel on them, or his mood suddenly soured, and he just didn’t feel like going.

Now, the situation had come full circle—he had once broken promises to them, and now it was her turn to break her promises to him and their daughter.

Why did this feel so unsatisfying?

And on top of that, he felt completely embarrassed by her words. To salvage his pride, he muttered,

"Good luck with your interview."

Laurent, furious, hung up the phone immediately.

His tone was clearly mocking her, ridiculing her for thinking she could find a job.

Now, when the interview came, she would give it her all and secure the opportunity. She would prove her worth and shut him up with her own abilities!

She had already decided to give up on the mechanical factory she interviewed with yesterday morning because she found the factory director too creepy.

During the interview, his eyes were fixed on her chest, and the questions he asked had nothing to do with the job. Since she had mentioned in her resume that she was divorced and had little work experience, he kept asking her why she got divorced.

He also kept hinting that he was interested in her, implying that as a divorced single woman, it would be best for her to find a rich, powerful man to rely on.

Laurent was so angry she almost threw her bag at his head. If she hadn’t been thinking about her future career in the city, and the fact that she might encounter him again in the future because of her work in international trade, she would have thrown it at him right then and there.

So with a sleazy director like that, how could she possibly want the job?

She even wondered how such a low-quality man could be running a factory!

Therefore, today’s interview at the clothing factory was an opportunity she had to seize.

After Dave’s sarcastic remarks, Laurent held her breath and gave it her all during the interview. She was especially focused and even exceeded her own expectations. By the time they switched to the English portion of the interview, she couldn’t believe how fluent she had been.

The interviewers were the factory director and the manager of the trade department.

The factory director’s was Danny. He was in his fifties, with the typical middle-aged man’s build and attire. But compared to the director of the mechanical factory, Laurent found him to be quite decent. There was no sleaziness in his gaze like there had been with the other director.

The trade manager was a woman named Samantha, probably around thirty-six or thirty-seven. She was one of the most senior employees at the factory, and it was said that most of the factory’s export trade was through her clients.