True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 81

"An interview with Heinz Jones?" Chuck Dorris asked, he was shocked. His face immediately turned

pale. He shook his head and said, "I won't dare to do that. Mr. Jones even taught Director Chen a

painful lesson. I'm just a small reporter, I don’t dare to offend him."

"Can you just help me give him a call? It's going to be okay," Grace Smith said. "I promise it's just a

phone call. Don't worry. He won't let you interview him anyway." She added.

"But..." Chuck Dorris hesitated.

"Don't hesitate anymore, I'll protect you," She said aggressively. "Don't worry, he won’t bother you."

Chuck Dorris hesitated, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"So, this is what you're going to say," Grace said. She guided Chuck before dialling the number.

Heinz Jones was still staring at the phone. Suddenly, the phone rang. He stood up from the chair and

looked down at the phone. It was just a landline calling in. A sense of loss flashed across his excited

face.

It wasn't that woman.

Err...

A landline?

After the phone rang for a bit, he picked up the phone. A low male voice came through the receiver, he

sounded slightly restrained.

"Who's this?" Heinz Jones asked.

"Hello, Mr. Jones, nice to speak to you," Chuck Dorris said politely. He began stammering when he

heard Heinz Jones's voice. "Mr. Mr. Jones, I, I am a reporter from Entertainment Daily. My manager

arranged Grace Smith to have an interview with you before this. But, you, you were not happy with it.

So, he arranged for me, me to interview you. What do you think? May I know if you have time for the

interview?" Chuck asked.

A hint of impatience flashed across Heinz Jones' eyes. He was so proud of himself for already being

able to finish listening to this stuttering lowlife.

Obviously, this was all arranged by Grace Smith.

He snorted and narrowed his eyes. This woman was very smart.

She asked her colleague to call and pry on him by masquerading as an interview proposal.

Since she had taken this step, he did not need to be in such a rush.

She would look for him again.

"Mr. ... Mr. Jones?" Chuck Dorris asked. He had not heard Heinz Jones's reply and suspected that he

had hung up the phone.

"You'll only be a proper reporter when you learn to untie your tongue," Heinz Jones jeered at Chuck

Dorris and hung up the phone immediately.

On the other end of the phone, Chuck Dorris hung up the phone, red faced. He looked at Grace Smith

and said, "I, I'm too timid."

Grace sympathized with Chuck very much. In this newspaper office, only Chuck, with his trusty camera

on his shoulder, was an relatively nice person.

She smiled at Chuck warmly and said, "It's not that you're a coward, it's just that you're thinking too

highly of him."

Chuck Dorris widened his eyes after he listened to her and said, "He, he is almost the richest

businessman in Northern City!"

"So what?" Grace Smith didn't care and said, "He's just a fart. Everything will be fine if you think he's a

fart."

Chuck Dorris blinked his eyes. After a long while, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I can't do it."

Grace smiled. "I know what you need. I'll treat you to a meal and we can discuss the plan." She said.

Chuck was stunned and said, "Are you sure? I, I'm afraid that Mr. Jones would kill me for that."

"Heinz Jones and I are not what you think," Grace Smith said. "But you can choose not to believe it."

Grace Smith added.

Chuck Dorris was stunned and looked at Grace Smith. After a long while, he smiled and said sincerely,

"I believe you."

"I really didn't expect that," Grace laughed brightly and said. "No one else believed in me."

"You don't look like a liar," Chuck touched his head and said, "I can see it."

Grace Smith was stunned. She didn’t expect Chuck Dorris would believe in her. She smiled and said,

"I'll treat you to a meal as an appreciation for your trust and help. We'll also study for tomorrow's work

together."

"We can have a meal, but I'll treat you," Chuck Dorris said. He had his own insistence.

"Fine, I'll treat you next time then," Grace Smith replied.

"Okay," he answered.

After work in the afternoon, Grace called Alice Smith and asked her to pick up her son on her behalf.

Then she went for a meal with Chuck Dorris.

When she came out of the newspaper office, she saw a car parked outside. It was not a high-end one,

but an ordinary one.

Grace took a glance at it and walked into a nice restaurant near the newspaper office with Chuck

Dorris.

They sat down near the window, ordered the dishes, and discussed their work.

At Jones Estate.

In the President's room.

Lester rushed in and said with an anxious look, "President, Miss Smith and a male colleague are eating

at a restaurant across the newspaper office. They seem to be quite close!"

"Quite close?" Heinz Jones asked.

When he heard this, he instantly magnified the meaning of Lester's word.

Eating intimately?

She was enjoying herself with this man, wasn't she?

In the next second, Heinz Jones stood up and walked out indifferently without saying a word.

Lester hurried to follow him.

The car was speeding along the way. Lester did not see the President smile, and his face was dignified

and impatient. Moreover, he did not say anything else besides telling him to head over to the

newspaper office since he got on the car.

Soon, they arrived outside the restaurant.

The car stopped on the side of the road. Lester pointed to the window and said to Heinz Jones,

"President, Miss Smith is over there."

Heinz Jones glanced at Grace's figure coldly. She then turned her head inadvertently and saw Heinz

Jones staring at her!

"It's Heinz, Heinz, Heinz Jones," Chuck Dorris stuttered. His jaw dropped in panic.

Grace Smith was also surprised. She turned around and looked out of the window.

There was a luxury car stopped at the roadside. Heinz Jones was standing beside it with a cold smile.

He seemed to be pretty angry.

Grace Smith was stunned and just looked at him.

She was thinking, "Should I go out or will he come in?"

It didn't matter if she went out.

Since she wanted to interview him, she would go out.

However, she had not stood up yet.

Heinz Jones took a deep look at her, turned around, and got in the car.

"Let's go, Lester," Heinz Jones said. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ah," Lester was stunned. What was he up to?

As soon as Grace Smith moved, she saw that Heinz had gone.

She sat down in a daze.

"Eat," Grace Smith said to Chuck Dorris. "Don't worry about it." She assured him.

"Mr. Jones seems to be angry,'¹ Chuck said.

"He gets angry every day," Grace Smith said lightly. "Eat your meal." Grace Smith added.

Chuck subconsciously looked at her again, and his eyes were full of worry. "He left so angrily," Chuck

said.

"What does it have to do with us?" Grace Smith waved her hand and said. "Sit down and eat."

Chuck finished the meal in a state of anxiety and confusion.

He looked at Grace again, but she did not get affected at all.

After the meal, Grace Smith said goodbye to him with a smile. She then walked to the bus stop.

However, when she had just taken a few steps, she saw Heinz Jones coming over to her. His aura was

icy cold.

In a flash, he was right in front of her, and he grabbed her wrist.

Grace Smith shocked when she saw his face was almost grey with anger. She rolled her eyes and

asked, "Mr. Jones, what are you doing? Are you promising to the interview with me?"

"Don't even think about it," Heinz Jones shouted coldly. He then grabbed her, and pulled her into the

car.

He shoved her into the passenger seat.

Grace Smith suddenly found that Lester, who had been around just now, was now gone.

It was only Heinz Jones and her.

"Where's Lester?" Grace asked subconsciously.

Heinz also got into the car. He stared at Grace Smith coldly and asked, "Who was that man?"