True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 96

Heinz Jones noticed that she was unapologetic. "You tried to provoke me. Anyone who does that has

to suffer the consequences." He spoke gravely.

"This is an office." Grace Smith responded. "It is not the proper place for us to behave in such a

manner." Grace Smith added.

"You started it." Heinz Jones replied.

"And I apologized." She replied.

"Oh." He said.

It was futile to argue with her.

"No sneering." Grace Smith spoke, she looked into his intense gaze. "I hate it when you do that, it's

really annoying. It's not polite, Mr. Jones."

She clenched her fist slightly.

"Do you know what I absolutely despise?" Heinz Jones asked. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Grace Smith felt a flash of irritation across her eyes. "Your desires and loathings are completely foreign

to me. It will take time and effort to comprehend it."

"Grace Smith, my office has a lounge. Why don't you stay here with me tonight?" Heinz Jones replied

coldly.

Grace Smith froze.

She was embroiled in a whirlwind of emotion.

He continued to lock his eyes on her suggestively.

Grace Smith breathed deeply, remained silent, and gazed steadily at him.

Heinz Jones was also silent, gazing back at her condescendingly.

She had gained the upper hand, but now she felt the tables turned and she was afraid. Even at a

disadvantage, he was proud and lofty.

He had the confidence of royalty.

She sighed, loosening her shoulders, and asked, "Heinz Jones, don't you know how to treat a woman

well? Just let me go, is that too much to ask for?"

"It will drive me mad." Heinz Jones replied, sounding sarcastic. "You are not some damsel in distress,

you need to be tamed, like a wild horse."

"Your words baffle me." Grace Smith replied. She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a damsel in distress, I am a

strong, fearless woman, are you happy with that?"

"Well, we are a perfect fit then." Heinz Jones retorted.

Grace Smith froze.

He released her. "Alright, its time to go home. I won't trouble you any further." Heinz Jones said.

Their intimate encounter should be a beautiful memory, rather than just some office tryst.

She looked at him in a daze.

Heinz Jones allowed her to get down from the desk. "Could you hand me my belt?"

She reacted with a smile and spoke softly, "Let me find it."

She had dodged a bullet. Grace Smith carefully handed him his belt. "Here you go."

He took it, freshened himself carefully, before pressing the intercom. "Lester, please come into the

office."

Grace Smith went back to her desk and sat down, she looked serious and engrossed in her work.

Heinz Jones sighed, he felt that this was not how he envisioned the situation unfolding.

As Lester entered, he had his head lowered in apprehension. Without eye contact, he spoke,

"President, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not really, the day is almost over. Could you check if Marry Smith is still downstairs?"

"Yes sir, I went to have a look and she is waiting in her car." Lester replied.

"Drive our car to the basement parking lot. Grace Smith and I will be there waiting for you." Heinz

Jones said.

"Yes, sir." Lester agreed.

Lester left.

Grace Smith went down with Heinz Jones.

Marry Smith was still there waiting, as expected.

Grace predicted that Marry Smith wouldn't be accompanied by Simon Brown.

Sure enough, she was there by herself.

"Let me send you home." Heinz Jones offered.

"Its alright, just drop me off at the taxi stand. I need to make a trip to the newspaper office." Grace

Smith declined.

"I can send you there directly." Heinz Jones replied.

The elevator brought them to the basement.

Lester picked her up and drove her to the newspaper office. They left Marry Smith without explanation.

As they exited the basement, Grace Smith saw Marry Smith standing there, with the sunset behind her,

staring up at the building.

She curled her lip involuntarily.

She had hoped that maybe all her misgivings of Marry Smith were unjustified. But the more she went

through life, the more she became certain of Marry Smith's guilt.

She was silent in the car.

"What are you doing at the newspaper office at this hour?" Heinz Jones asked.

"I need to submit a work report." Grace Smith answered.

"Is reporting through a phone call not possible?" Heinz Jones asked.

"Director Lowe will be there." Grace Smith replied. "She had just taken over the company and she was

inundated with many tasks. It would be a sign of disrespect if I just called in."

"I see." Heinz chuckled. "You have such high regards for her, but not for me."

Grace hesitated before speaking, "I do have regards for you from the bottom of my heart."

Heinz was taken aback. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Lester, who was driving, stifled a chuckle, he did not dare to speak. Her words seemed far-fetched to

him.

Grace Smith felt at ease.

At this moment, Lester's phone rang.

Glancing briefly at it, he spoke, "Mr. President, Miss Smith, it's Mrs. Brown on the phone."

Grace Smith froze.

"Tell her Grace has left." Heinz Jones replied.

"Yes, sir." Lester said.

"Hello, Mrs. Brown." Lester spoke on the phone.

"Good evening, Assistant Lester. I am Marry Smith. May I ask if Grace Smith is still in the office?" Marry

Smith asked.

"She left work." Lester replied.

"She left?" Marry Smith spoke in astonishment. "When did she leave? Do you know where she was

going to?" Marry Smith asked.

"I'm sorry, I am not sure. She left immediately after work." Lester spoke gravely.

"I see." Marry Smith seemed disappointed. "Mr. Lester, do you know where she lives?" Marry Smith

asked.

"Unfortunately this information was not available to me." Lester answered bureaucratically.

"I see. Well I hope you don't mind me asking, why is she working in the presidential office?" Marry

Smith probed further.

"Sorry, Mrs. Brown, I am not sure. You should ask the President." Lester replied.

"Alright then, sorry to disturb you. I'm not trying to dig for information. It's just that she is my sister. We

are not really on good terms. If you do see her, can you help me to say a few good words? I am worried

for her too. Do give her my number." Marry Smith explained.

"Alright, I will pass your message to her as soon as I see her tomorrow." Lester replied, he was neutral

in tone.

Grace Smith listened silently to the conversation which was put on loud speaker.

Just as Lester was about to hang up, Marry Smith continued, "Mr. Lester, I beg you, please help me. I

would like to see my sister again. She had been missing for many years. We have been trying to track

her down. Now that I have seen her in President Jones' office, I can't bear to lose her again."

She sounded close to tears, her voice cracking slightly.

"Mr. Lester, these are the facts. Do help me, please tell me where she stays." Marry Smith continued.