True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 94

Heinz Jones smiled. "Well, it doesn't really matter."

Grace Smith sensed that there was something that she was not grasping. There must be some hidden

subtext in all of this.

"It's obvious from your tone of voice that there's some hidden meaning behind this." She burst out and

said.

Heinz Jones smiled. She was intelligent indeed. "Think about it."

She thought carefully. "Marry Smith was not here to meet me, she was here to see you because the

profit sharing had gone down from 28 percent to 25 percent. You turned down Marry Smith's plea to

reconsider the profit sharing percentage. She saw us together and guessed that we were close, so she

was hoping to use this to her advantage. Am I right?"

"Great analysis." Heinz Jones smiled. "You seemed so shrewd and calculative when you are using your

reasoning and logic. You really are similar to your sister."

"I don't want to be like her." Grace scowled. She wouldn't plot or scheme, unless it was for self

preservation.

She was not malicious or exploitative, but she would not hesitate to fight back if she was messed with.

One needed such strength to survive.

Heinz Jones chuckled in glee.

"You are the conniving one, look at you cackling like a witch." Grace Smith said, she glared at him.

"Your eyes are twitching and rolling, like a witch who is trying to brew some strong poison to aid in her

scheme."

Heinz Jones did not feel insulted. Instead, he looked at her as though he was humoring her. "Want to

make a bet?"

"What?" Grace Smith was astonished. "You are trying to make a bet with me?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Yes, in regards to your sister." Heinz Jones said, his expression was akin to that of a predator who

found its prey. Stalking silently, he waited for the right moment to pounce.

Grace Smith thought for a moment and asked, "What is the bet?"

"Marry Smith will definitely meet you today and ask for your help to make a plea to adjust Simon

Brown's profit ratio either to its original percentage, or raise it even higher."

Grace Smith knew this deep down, but wasn't completely convinced.

"If you win the bet, what do I owe you?" Grace Smith asked directly.

"You will allow me to have 3 minutes of intimacy with you tomorrow morning." Heinz Jones replied.

Grace Smith was taken aback and blushed. "I can't do that..."

"Why not?" Heinz retorted, "It's our first bet, can't you let me set the terms?"

Grace Smith was at a loss for words. "I don't see the benefit on my side."

He smiled. "Why not? Don't you think this bet is meaningful? It's not a gamble without some risks, isn't

it?"

"You're spouting nonsense." She refuted.

He leaned forward and asked, "Will you agree to it?"

Grace Smith thought for a moment and asked, "Alright, I accept your terms. But what if you lose the

bet?"

"If I lose, I will distance myself from you for 3 days." Heinz Jones said bluntly.

Grace Smith felt that it would be great to avoid contact with him for three days, so she nodded and

said, "Okay, agreed."

At that moment Lester returned to report to Heinz Jones. "Mr. President, Mrs. Brown is resting at the

lounge downstairs. She had told the receptionist that she is waiting for someone. She is still seated

there." Lester said.

"Thank you." Heinz Jones said. "Do take note of her movements."

"Yes, sir." Lester replied.

"You may get back to work." Heinz Jones said.

Lester left.

Heinz Jones walked towards the window and took a deep breath.

Grace Smith tidied up her desk as it was close to the end of the day. She jot down a few reminders,

saved all her work and made a copy for reference.

As she completed her tasks, she saw Heinz Jones by the window, tall, athletic and slightly intimidating.

She was mesmerized by his handsome side profile.

It dawned on her that such a good looking man could only spell trouble for her.

"What are you thinking about?" Grace Smith asked after seeing him preoccupied and silent.

Heinz Jones turned his head. His piercing dark eyes had a sense of tranquility.

"Nothing, just recovering." Heinz Jones said.

"Recovering?" Grace Smith didn't realize he was agitated or excited. "Recovering from what?"

Heinz Jones had a faraway gaze, he looked satisfied and a little condescending. "From our passionate

tryst in the men's washroom,"

Grace Smith didn't know what to think. What an obnoxious prick he was.

She willed herself to stay silent, not responding.

He smiled. "What's the matter? Did I upset you?" Heinz Jones asked.

She remained silent. She knew he was baiting her and that it wouldn't end well.

Seeing her lack of response, Heinz Jones smiled, walked over and spoke in a low and smooth tone,

"Are you upset with me?"

Grace arranged her books in order, trying to sort out the questions in her head.

When the enemy strikes, I will not respond.

Silence is golden.

Heinz Jones looked at her condescendingly. "It's true. I'm not lying."

She froze, not lifting her head.

He really meant what he said. They were in the President's office for quite some time. How could he

still be passionate?

How long had he been single and alone?

She gazed at him. She found herself lost in his eyes, it was magnetic and radiant.

Maybe he was telling the truth after all.

Grace Smith couldn't help staring at him, stunned.

Heinz Jones caught her staring at him.

He frowned. He felt she was being intrusive, it started to make him feel uncomfortable.

He grunted, "Grace, what are you staring at?"

Grace Smith was shocked and said, "I'm trying to find out if you are telling the truth."

"And could you?" Heinz Jones asked, his voice was low and deep, slightly hoarse and controlled.

Grace Smith wasn't sure about the situation in the men's washroom. He was standing in front of her,

dressed in a suit, so she did not catch a glimpse of anything.

She shook her head, looked him in the eye and said, "No, I think you are lying to me."

Heinz Jones saw that she was trying to provoke him. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you want

me to show you right now?"

Grace Smith looked at the time, it was almost the end of the day. His colleagues and subordinates

would probably come in to ask if there were anything else to be done. Provoking him wouldn't be such

a risk since it would probably be interrupted.

She felt a wave of excitement.

"Since you're offering, I will accept the and see if you are lying." She looked at him and said.

"Sure," Heinz Jones said, he felt tension rising in him.