You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 90- Tired, exhausted, overwhelmed

The weather was gradually getting hotter, and after touring all the departments in the workshop, Laurent was covered in sweat, but she felt fired up, full of energy.

After returning to the office, Samantha explained Laurent’s specific job responsibilities.

Since she had just arrived and didn’t have her own clients yet, she would temporarily be assigned some clients from the trading company to maintain. As for her own clients, she would need to gradually familiarize herself with the process and find them on her own.

Once Samantha gave her the brief explanation, she went back to her desk to handle her own tasks, leaving Laurent to begin her hectic first day of work.

Foreign trade was a complex job. Closing an order involved multiple steps, starting from the client’s inquiry, followed by creating samples based on the client’s requirements, making multiple revisions to the samples, confirming the final sample, placing the order, arranging for production in the workshop, booking shipping space, delivery, and collecting payment—all these small, intricate processes had to be completed before an order could be considered done.

Throughout this process, it was crucial to communicate effectively with the client in Japanese, to have a sharp mind to negotiate, and to possess rich professional knowledge to explain things to clients. For example, since Laurent worked in the clothing industry, she needed to have in-depth knowledge about clothing, from the smallest thread to the colorfastness of fabrics.

By the end of the day, Laurent felt completely exhausted.

It was late when Laurent finally returned home after getting delayed with work at the end of the day. After dinner, she didn’t even have the chance to call her daughter before collapsing into bed and falling fast asleep.

For two or three days in a row, Laurent’s state was the same.

Tired, exhausted, overwhelmed.

That night, as she was reading materials, she had fallen asleep, only to wake up suddenly, startled.

Even in her dreams, she was thinking about her work—how dedicated she was.

She got up and poured herself a glass of water, then remembered that back in college, she had taken an international trade course where the professor had taught many practical trade skills. She had organized the notes and copied them onto a USB drive. If she remembered correctly, that USB drive was now in a drawer in Dave’s study, in their old home.

Since marrying Dave, she hadn’t touched those materials, and so the USB drive had been forgotten.

When she left during their divorce, she hadn’t thought to pack it, and in fact, hadn’t even considered it.

Now that she needed it, what was she supposed to do?

And thinking about the USB drive reminded her that it wasn’t just filled with study materials; it also had photos from her four years of college, full of memories, making her long to get that USB drive back.

Looking at the time, it was 10 PM. Based on her knowledge of him, she knew he wouldn’t be asleep at this hour.

So, she took her phone and dialed his number. She wanted him to help her find it and send it over to Lilian.

She asked Lilian to email her the contents of the USB drive first, and then she could retrieve the actual drive when she went to visit her daughter.

His phone was quickly answered, and he asked succinctly on the other end, "What’s up?"

"Are you at home?"

Laurent asked first, as sometimes he would still be out socializing at this time.

However, she could tell from the quiet background noise on his end that he was probably already home.

But his response came back coldly, "No, I’m out."

Then he added, "Morrison called a bunch of women over, and they’re drinking."

Laurent, "..."

If he’s drinking outside, how could it be so quiet over there?

She had experienced calling him before when he was out socializing. It was always loud and chaotic, but now she couldn’t hear even a little bit of sound. Yet he claimed he was drinking with a bunch of women...

In that instant, she realized he just didn’t want to deal with her, so he made up an excuse.

"Forget it then."

She said, preparing to hang up the phone.

Had she known, she wouldn’t have called him at all. She could have just had Lilian go to his house to find it.

She had considered that it was his house after all. If Lilian went, she’d need to get the key from him, and it might be troublesome for Lilian. It seemed a bit inappropriate.

Besides, he was going to visit their daughter every day anyway. Once he found it, he could just bring it over—no trouble at all.

But with his attitude like this, she figured that even if she asked, he probably wouldn’t help.

Moreover, she needed him to find something. He hated searching for things. When it came to his clothes, things he used, and so on, she always tried to leave them in places where he could easily find them. Otherwise, if he couldn’t find something, he would get angry.

And now, she couldn’t even remember which drawer the USB drive was in. She only remembered that after marrying him, she moved her things and casually put them in some drawer. If he were to search for it, she wouldn’t be able to tell him which one. Knowing his personality, he would probably rummage through everything in frustration.

If he could find it, that would be fine, but if not, it would probably drive him crazy.

She was just about to hang up, but he stopped her, annoyed, and said, "Spit it out!"

His attitude made Laurent grit her teeth, but right now, she was the one asking for help. These past few days had been overwhelming for her, and she really needed the materials on that USB to study. If he could find it quickly, that would be perfect.

So, she reluctantly forced a smile and spoke up, "I have a USB drive in the study drawer. Could you please help me find it? I’m in a hurry."

She couldn’t help but think to herself, Let him go search every drawer for it, serve him right!

Sure enough, he asked, "Which drawer?"

"I don’t remember exactly which one..."

Laurent said this, and immediately on the other end, he got irritated.

"You think I’m sitting here with nothing to do? Do you want me to search every drawer for you?"

Laurent, hearing his angry voice, couldn’t help but chuckle in satisfaction, thinking to herself, Just serve you right, I hope you get really annoyed.

However, she still put on a pitiful act on the surface and said, "Please, I really don’t remember where I put it."

He yelled from the other end, "You come and find it yourself!"

Laurent rolled her eyes. "I have to work during the day, and it’s so far away, I don’t have time to go look. Besides, I really need it urgently."

"I don’t have time to cater to you!"

He threw that sentence at her and hung up the phone, leaving Laurent seething with anger.

If he doesn’t want to help, fine. She decided to ask Lilian for help the next day, or maybe even ask her daughter. Did he really need to be so sharp and spiteful?