Female Novel
Chapter 51
Marry Smith continued, "Okay, let's go together."
At this time, the click-clack of high-heels could be heard. Soon, someone came to the reception room
next door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Brown, the president is on an important phone call. Please wait for five minutes. He'll
come soon."
It was the secretary's voice, and then she served them some coffee.
"Okay, no problem." Marry Smith's voice was gentle and cool. "We'll wait for Mr. Jones."
"Please enjoy." The secretary smiled and turned to leave.
After the secretary left, Simon Brown said, "Heinz Jones doesn't seem to care about us."
"How could it be?" Marry Smith said, "Simon, we should be patient now. According to Heinz Jones's
working style, he is already nice enough that he makes us wait for five minutes instead of 20 minutes."
Simon Brown sighed and said, "Marry, you are really composed."
"Yes, if I'm not patient, Sunny Group will really be over." There was a hint of regret in Marry Smith's
tone. "I have to act like this now."
"Marry, don't be too stressed." Simon Brown comforted her in a soft voice. "You still have me."
"Don't worry." Marry Smith said with a smile and suddenly took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" Simon Brown's tone immediately became concerned and he was very anxious.
On the other side, Grace Smith couldn't see what was going on there. She could only hear their voices,
which seemed to feel very homely for a second.
Then, Simon Brown thought for a moment and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"Oh, what are you talking about?" Marry Smith said.
"I'm sorry, Marry. I drank a little too much last night and I hurt you, didn't I?" Simon Brown seemed to benovelbin
apologetic.
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's, it's good." Marry Smith's voice was a little shy. "It's great."
“You...” Simon Brown was astounded .
"In fact, you have always been reluctant to be wild to me. I am not as weak as you think. Don't you
know what I'm like? Really, Simon, we are husband and wife, I hope you can be open-minded. I will let
go of myself, and I love you bravely. I am very happy."
"I'm just worried that you're too tolerant." Simon Brown said softly, "Marry, you should stop thinking
about pleasing me. In fact, it's a man's duty to make a woman happy too."
Uh!
This was eye opening.
Grace Smith was taken aback.
"What the hell?" She thought.
The two of them actually talked about their bedroom matters in Heinz Jones's reception room. They
really had no shame.
Grace Smith stood up quickly. She really wanted to see what kind of expressions they would show
when she appeared in front of them.
She got up and walked out.
Just as Grace Smith was about to reach the door, she heard footsteps.
Grace Smith stopped her steps and realized that she was too impulsive.
She stood at the door and did not move forward.
At the same moment, the figure of Heinz Jones appeared at the door. He saw Grace Smith and
glanced at her face.
Grace Smith opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, he had already turned and walked
towards the next room.
The next second, she heard the polite voices of Marry Smith and Simon Brown greeting Heinz Jones.
"President Jones, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"President Jones, how have you been?"
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. and Mrs. Brown." Heinz Jones said.
The greetings came one after another, and then, the door was closed.
Grace Smith couldn't hear any voices from the other room.
She stood at the door, looking down at her toes and smiling nonchalantly. Those people were all from
the same world.
She, on the other hand, was just a woman who was working hard for a better future for her son, herself,
and her younger sister.
Her purpose was to earn money lawfully.
This was the reality.
Grace Smith took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and closed the door of the VIP room. She went
back to the sofa. She sat down and waited quietly.
Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.
She looked up at the door. The door opened.
Lester appeared at the door. He said, "Miss Smith, you may go back first. The president needs to head
out with Mr. and Mrs. Brown."
Grace Smith was a little surprised. "But, couldn't he spare me a few minutes?"
Lester smiled and said, "Sorry, it's urgent."
Grace Smith looked at Lester again. There was a smile on her fair face, which made her look helpless
yet as if she understood it all.
She didn't lose her temper and just said, "Okay, I understand."
Lester was stunned, but he couldn't bear to see her like this. "Miss Smith, you can call the president on
the phone."
Grace Smith smiled and the corners of her mouth curved up. Her wise eyes were full of enlightenment.
"Is there a need to call again?" Grace Smith said.
Lester stared at her at once .
Grace Smith smiled. She was smiling yet it made people feel distressed inexplicably.
Lester hesitated for a moment and said, "If Miss Smith wants to succeed, you have to strive. After all, in
this world, everyone is working hard and no one can reap without sowing."
"Thanks for your guidance." Grace Smith nodded. "Well, thank you, Mr. Lester. Goodbye."
Grace Smith didn't say anything else. She just got up and walked out.
Lester looked at her but he didn't understand what she had meant.
"Would she be looking for the president?"
Why did he see that Miss Smith didn't seem to have any intention of calling the president again?
Grace Smith didn't stay, she exited the VIP room.
Wherever she went, all eyes were on her.
She ignored and went straight into the elevator.
Lester stood behind her and watched her leave. He frowned and went back to the president's room.
At this time, Heinz Jones was looking through a file with his head down and with a serious face.
"President." Lester looked at him cautiously and reported carefully, "Miss Smith has gone."
Heinz Jones's long and slender hand, which was holding a pen, stopped moving. He seemed slightly
tense. He narrowed his eyes and then looked up at Lester with his cold eyes.
Lester's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly felt that things were not going well, and his forehead started
to sweat.
"What did she say?" Heinz Jones asked in a low voice.
Lester repeated. The more he continued, the gloomier the president's face was. He pulled a long face.
"It's my fault. I didn't ask her if she would call." Lester apologized.
Heinz Jones narrowed his eyes and ordered, "Pay close attention to Entertainment Daily and see how
Grace Smith will react when she gets back."
"Yes." Lester nodded.
"Prepare the car. Let's go to Simon Brown and his wife's appointment first," Heinz Jones said in a deep
voice.
"Yes." Lester quickly made a phone call to deal with it.
Grace Smith came down and left the Jones Estate. She stood on the road outside, waiting to hail a cab
to get back.
Suddenly, she heard a surprised male voice, "Grace Smith?"
Grace Smith was stunned. She turned around and saw Simon Brown. He got out of the car and went
straight towards her.
Seeing the car, Grace Smith recalled bad memories.
She was wearing pants today, she didn't dare wear a skirt anymore. She had learned her lesson.
"Grace Smith, what are you doing here?" Simon Brown walked up to her and stood in front of her.