My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit
Chapter 811 Meeting

Only in this way could Madeline's bad character be suppressed and would not be inherited.

But such excellent genes were not easy to find. After all, a man with such good genes must be very successful, so it was almost impossible for them to sell their genes. Of course, there were a few who would do so, but they were basically foreigners.

And with Sydney's ability, it was difficult to find such excellent genes abroad. Even if she did it, the genes would not be sold to her.

After all, the gene banks with such genes would definitely choose clients richer and more powerful than Sydney, so the gene banks could make more profit. Thus, Sydney had no choice but to ask Hunter to help her find good genes and pull the strings so that she could buy them.

As for why she didn't tell Julien...

It was true that Julien would be able to find the genes faster than Hunter and that the gene banks would sell them to her without much consideration.

But if Sydney asked Julien for help, Julien would certainly not want her to return the favor afterward.

And Sydney was not used to owing others favors and did not like it, even if the person was her lover.

That would make her feel pressured, uncomfortable, and inferior in front of Julien. She could only relax after paying off everything.

Sydney didn't like that feeling, so she just dismissed the idea of letting Julien help her and instead went to Hunter.

This way, she was able to return the favor later, and more smoothly.

After all, Hunter was not her boyfriend. He would not stop her from returning the favor, right?

But Julien was different. He was Sydney's lover, so he could tell her directly not to return the favor, and if she insisted, he might be angry, thinking that she didn't take him as her lover. Sydney did not want to anger him, so finding someone else to help her was the best option.

Moreover, Hunter worked for the government, and it would be easier for him to go through the formalities.

Thinking of this, Sydney gripped the phone and hurriedly asked, "How many donors have you found?"

"A dozen, I think. All of them are eligible," Hunter said as he waved the document in his hand.

Sydney nodded slightly. "Quite a lot."

"So you have to pick one out of them," Hunter answered. "I have all the information about all the details of those men in my hand, including their bloodlines, character, looks, educational backgrounds, heights, and so on."

Sydney smiled, "Very specific information."

"Of course." Hunter raised his chin proudly. "This is the first time you asked me for help. I have to do a good job for you anyhow. Shall I send you the information directly, or will you come to me to get the file?" Sydney thought about it and then opened her red lips. "I'll come to you. By the way, I'll ask about how to purchase the genes."

"OK, then where should I wait for you?" Hearing that she was coming to him, Hunter was instantly not slouching. He immediately put his legs down, sat up straight, gripped the document, and asked with a face full of joy.

He hadn't seen her for some time.

Although he gave up on her, he had not let go of his feelings for her.

So it was natural for him to miss her sometimes and want to see her.

Anyway, it was just a meeting. He would not do anything. Even if Julien was not happy, he could only pull a long face.

Thinking of this, Hunter giggled.

To be honest, he wanted to see Julien's sullen face when Julien found out about their meeting. It must be fun.

"Not now." Sydney didn't know what Hunter was imagining. She shook her head slightly and said, "Madeline's trial date is set today, so I only have time to meet with you in the afternoon."

"No need to wait for the afternoon. I will accompany you to court later, and when the trial is over, we can talk," Hunter said with a shake of his finger.

Sydney raised an eyebrow and then smiled, "Alright. Since you're not busy, then go wait for me at the district court."

Madeline's crime was slandering the government and other people.

The matter was not extremely serious, so the district court could handle it.

"Okay, I'll go ahead and see you later," Hunter smiled.

Sydney replied, "See you in a bit."

She put her phone down, squeezed her neck, and got up to go to the kitchen for some food.

She had never expected that Hunter would find the genes so soon.

She originally thought that Hunter, a busy man, would only occasionally find time to help her. Surprisingly, he was so efficient.

It must be because Hunter had put aside many important things in his hands to help her. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to find so many suitable donors in such a short time. So this time, she owed him a great favor.

Sydney smiled wryly and then glanced at the coffee table in front of the sofa. There was a note on it.

The note was pressed by a cup, very eye-catching.

Last night, she did not even see this note, so obviously, this note appeared today.

Julien might have left it to tell her something.

With that in mind, Sydney turned a corner, went from the kitchen to the coffee table, and picked up the note.

The note was indeed left by Julien, and the forceful handwriting on it was clearly Julien's.

Yet the content was very tender. He told her that he had gone to work and had someone bring her breakfast. The person would wait at the door as yesterday, so she just needed to open the door to get breakfast after waking up, and he reminded her to eat on time.

Seeing this, Sydney smiled gently and murmured, "He..."

Julien treated her like a child, ordering breakfast for her when he left and telling her to eat it.

He didn't think that she would get herself some food after getting up, did he?

Although she was complaining inwardly, Sydney was happy.

Who would be unhappy to be cared about by someone like this?

After putting the note away, Sydney turned around, walked towards the foyer, and opened the door.

By the door, just as yesterday, a hotel attendant was squatting there.

Sydney found that the attendant happened to be the one from yesterday.

What a coincidence!

Sydney greeted the attendant, who responded in a hurry and gave her breakfast.

Sydney thanked the attendant, sent him away, and went back to the living room.

She didn't eat immediately. Instead, she sat down, took out her phone, took a picture of the breakfast, and sent it to Julien with the text: "I've got the breakfast."

After sending it, Sydney put the phone down.

She thought that Julien was busy these two days and might not reply to the message right away.

However, not even two minutes after her phone was put down, the screen lit up, and Julien's reply came: "That's good. The breakfast I ordered for you is rather light. I don't know if you like it." Sydney looked at the delicate pastries on the plate and texted with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "I like it very much. As long as it is ordered by you, I like it."

Julien smiled at the message, his face no longer cold. And the oppressive atmosphere around him instantly disappeared. He looked gentle and delighted.