True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 61

"That's my private business." Grace Smith said in a low voice.

Seeing that she resumed her arrogant unyielding attitude, Heinz Jones's eyes flashed with pity. He said

in a low voice, "Take a seat and be reasonable."

Staring at Heinz Jones, Grace Smith wanted to find out whether he was lying to her or was plotting

something against her.

But he did not have such intentions.

His dark eyes were filled with sincerity.

It is said that an earnest man is the most attractive.

Grace Smith could not help to be drawn to his serious countenance, which made him even more

handsome.

She took a deep breath and took a seat.

Heinz Jones said, "First of all, Entertainment Daily is losing popularity day after day. Jones Estate is

one of the top-performing corporations of Northern City and has much potential for growth. I won't let

my company advertise in a low-end tabloid. It will ruin the branding of the company."

This was a stern attitude on his part.

Grace Smith could see that Heinz Jones was implacable in this regard.

It is said that one could discern another person's character from the depths of the eyes.

Grace pursed her lips, and without speaking, waited for Heinz to give a further explanation.

"Also, I think you have seen the behavior of Director Chen. It's really nothing to shout about. Why do

you still work for him? If you shifted to another more high-end newspaper publication, instead of trying

to promote this company which is low class and produces printings which are a dime a dozen, maybe I

will consider collaborating with you by sponsoring a lucrative advertisement." Heinz explained. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Grace was stunned, and there was a touch of surprise in her eyes.

Heinz glanced at her and asked," So what are your thoughts? Are you going to resign?"

"I am bound by contract. Lorenzo Chen had someone draw up the terms and conditions in the contract

for me." Grace explained.

Heinz frowned. "What are the binding conditions?" He asked.

"A compensation is required if I end up the contract now," Grace answered.

"I'll cover them for you. Do consider a change in jobs!" Heinz said.

She pursed her lips, and after some careful thought, said: "What would be your conditions?"

Heinz sneered and asked, "Didn't you just say that you're going to give it to me, and now you ask about

this. Isn't that rude and flaky?"

Grace was stunned by his words and looked a little embarrassed. "Previously, I was willing to bet that

you wouldn't continue. I guess I won."

Heinz gave her delicate little face a meaningful glance and chuckled. "You have great confidence in

me. It is my honor, Miss Smith." He said.

"Mr. Jones, why do you want to help me?" Grace Smith asked.

"I told you, I like you." Heinz Jones looked at Grace Smith and said. "With this, I will help you. Is this an

acceptable reason?" Heinz Jones asked.

Grace was still very nervous and whispered, "I learned from young that everything has a price in the

world. I really can't bring myself to accept your assistance."

Heinz glanced around and asked in a deep voice, "What if you slept with me once?"

Grace glared at him when she heard it.

Heinz Jones smirked at her. Seeing her animated expression, he couldn't help chuckling.

"Grace, you just stated that you're not promiscuous. Why do you need to put yourself in such a moral

dilemma?" Heinz Jones asked.

Grace felt a surge of emotion in her heart. It was indescribable, this sense of pulsating heat, coursing

through her.

She looked up, staring at Heinz, her emotions in a whirlwind.

Heinz Jones locked his gaze on her, penetrating her, as though his eyes could blaze through her and

discern her deepest thoughts.

She felt herself slowly losing her sense of judgment, almost losing control and descending into chaos.

She lowered her gaze to hide her conflicting emotions, willing herself not to give away the depth of her

distress.

Seeing her in this state, Heinz looked away, The corner of his mouth curled and a gentle smile

appeared on his face.

"Shall we eat?" Heinz asked.

There was a deep male voice sounding close to her ear, Grace only felt a gentle sensation from it,

leaving her intoxicated.

"Sure." Grace Smith answered.

"Do you have anything that you don't eat?" Heinz asked.

Grace immediately shook her head and said, "There is no taboo on my part. There is only desire and

loathing."

"Do you crave for meat?" Heinz asked again.

Grace said, "I have an appetite for meat."

There was a glimmer in his eyes. "What a coincidence, it turns out that we both love meat." Heinz

Jones said.

Grace instinctively looked up, her eyes gazing into the depths of his. She was taken aback.

"Have you made up your mind? Would you like my assistance in your resignation?" Heinz asked.

Grace thought for a moment and said, "I don't like to be a traitor, even at the workplace. Even if I leave,

I cannot predict what will happen. I don't think I will resign."

"Will you still be here ?" Heinz was outwardly without reaction, although he seemed slightly ecstatic at

her response.

Grace nodded. "Yes." Grace Smith said.

"It seems that you have a solution to deal with Lorenzo Chen." Heinz Jones said.

Grace Smith pursed her lips and said, "No, I don't. It's just that I have no options, I won't leave unless

it's absolutely necessary. Even if I did leave, it won't reflect well on me for my next job."

"Alright." Heinz Jones uttered shortly. He appreciated her integrity and courage not to flee but to

continue forward. This he considered as courageous.

Staring deeply at Grace Smith, Heinz Jones picked up a piece of fish and put it in the bowl in front of

Grace Smith.

"Thank you." Grace Smith thanked him instinctively.

Heinz Jones looked towards her and suddenly reached out his hand, his slender long arm moving

across the table to hold her delicate chin.

Grace Smith was stunned and almost choked.

"You—" Grace Smith uttered, she was petrified. "You were clear on this. Let us keep things

impersonal." Grace Smith added.

"We finished the conversation." Heinz Jones said lightly. "Now we're having a meal.'¹ Heinz Jones

continued.

"Why are you touching me?" Grace Smith asked.

"I have an inclination towards you.'¹ Heinz Jones answered directly without shame.

Grace Smith felt herself breaking down.

She could not accept this invasion of personal space and uncertainty around him. It made her feel

nervous.

How unfortunate it was that she needed to deal with this situation.

"Mr.Jones." Grace Smith called while she reached out, held his wrist and attempted to pull his arm

down.

However, Heinz Jones's hand was unyielding. Possessing great strength, it was immovable.

Grace Smith suddenly became anxious. "Mr. Jones, please behave yourself." Grace Smith said.

"Grace." Heinz Jones looked at her playfully and said, "You spoke with such confidence just now."

Grace Smith was stunned. "Sorry?" Grace Smith asked.

"To deal with Lorenzo Chen." Heinz Jones continued lazily. "It seems that you don't need me to deal

with him. You will be able to handle the situation with ease." Heinz Jones explained.

Grace Smith looked at him. He seemed like he was a spectator of some unfolding drama. "Mr. Jones,

are you ready for some fireworks?" Grace Smith asked.

"I'm looking forward to see you dealing with Lorenzo Chen." Heinz Jones replied. He was still in a

relaxed posture.

The look of gloating on his face was getting on her nerves. Grace Smith gritted her teeth, and at the

moment she really felt like teaching Heinz Jones a lesson.

"Aren't you worried that I will deal with you as well?" Grace Smith asked.

Heinz smiled, like the perfect gentleman. "If you spend the night with me, I would be happy to accept

the consequences." Heinz Jones replied.

Grace burst out, "You are crazy."

She tried pushing against his arm, and said in a low voice, "Get your paws off me."

"The contour of your face and chin are very soft and pretty," he said tauntingly.

Grace rolled her eyes, then stretched her arm with great effort to grab his hand, her nails digging

deeply into his flesh.

"Hey —" Heinz took a deep breath. "Are you seriously? It's hurt." He complained.

"I warned you." Grace Smith said. Seeing him draw back his hand, there were scars with blood on the

back of his hand.

The skin was torn.

She did it intentionally.

Looking quietly down at her fingernails, it had blood traces. She smiled slightly.

She had finally obtained some of Heinz Jones's DNA sample. Now, it was time for her to test these in

the laboratory.