True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 8

When Heinz came out of the lounge, Grace was gone.

Heinz returned to the banquet hall again. Cindy came over with a faint smile on her face and said in a

low voice, "Sorry for bothering you just now."

Heinz didn't even look at Cindy. He glanced around and didn't see Grace.

"Looking for the woman?" Cindy came over, glanced at Heinz with admiration, and said, "She has left."

Heinz frowned. "So fast?"

"Heinz, do you like a woman like that?" Cindy asked tentatively.

Heinz's eyes turned sharp and his sharp eyes fell on Cindy's face. He sneered, "What kind of woman

do I like? Do I need to report it to you?"

Cindy was stunned and smiled gently. "It seems that you haven't enjoyed yourself since you are so

angry."

She leaned forward and a strong perfume smell wafted into Heinz's nose. He smelled the fragrance

and frowned disgustedly.

However, Cindy whispered, "Heinz, if a man doesn't know how to relax for a long time, he will be sick.

Why not settle for an alternative and have a drink with me tonight?"

Cindy was full of hints.

Heinz's face darkened, and the little delicate and clean face appeared in his mind again and again.

Because of anger, Grace’s clean skin color and light milk fragrance were simple and clean, which were

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A cold light burst out of his eyes. Heinz took a step back and warned Cindy, "Don’t come close to me

again, or you'll be banned forever."

Cindy's face turned pale, and there was a moment of dullness.

Then Heinz walked away.

His assistant then came quickly and greeted him.

"President."

Heinz said, "Investigate the plain- looking woman who just came out of the lounge."

"Already did." His assistant Lester Chen reported in a low voice, "She is an intern reporter in the Daily

Entertainment Magazine. The woman named Grace, and she is twenty-five years old. She just came to

work in the company and hasn't become an official worker yet."

Heinz narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth outlined like a fox. He said playfully,

"The Daily Entertainment Magazine?"

"Yes, president," Lester answered Heinz confidently as he had already got all the information of Grace.

Heinz walked toward the window of the banquet hall. Wherever he went, the others gave way for him.

Every movement of the king-like man was graceful.

Heinz stood by the window and looked at the scenery downstairs.

In the night, a black and slender figure came out of the hotel in a hurry and hid behind a big pillar.

Heinz squinted at that place.

Downstairs, outside the hotel.

Grace bent down and hid behind the big pillar, calling the group leader, Lilian.

"Miss Ross, I've gotten big news."

"What big news?" Lilian immediately became as sensitive as a cat seeing a mouse when she heard the

big news. "Tell me."

"The new leading movie star actressGrace did not dare to raise her voice, for fear of being heard.

"Cindy White?" Lilian was interested.

"Yes," Grace answered.

"What news? Except for gossip, nothing else matters."

"It was something to do with Cindy’ s relationship, it's absolutely hot news."

"Who is the man?" Lilian said excitedly, "Grace, tell me quickly."

"Heinz Jones."

"My god." Lilian exclaimed, "Grace, where are you? I want to see you. Right now, right now."

'TH go to the company now." Grace came out from behind the pillar and looked around warily. Without

any attention, she immediately walked to the roadside and took a taxi.

Fortunately, Grace had already connected the camera to the cloud and stored a backup at the same

time. Otherwise, she could lose her job if she deleted those photos.

Ha, Heinz Jones.

"This is the price you have to pay for touching my boobs." Thought Grace.

Grace wanted to change her job and not report this, but the d*mned man touched her boobs and took

advantage of her for granted.

Early the next morning.

On the headlines of the Daily Entertainment Magazine: After the new movie, Cindy White secretly met

up with the mysterious man, Heinz Jones in a hotel at midnight.

On the front page of Daily Entertainment Magazine, Cindy was tightly tuck in Heinz's arms in an

intimate posture.