True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 85

Grace Smith was unable to answer her son's question.

She looked at her son. The child was young, but he could see everything. His command of a language

was also extraordinary. Children of his age could not catch up to him.

He could see through everything!

"That's your auntie, how could you curse her?" Grace Smith asked. Although she did not like Marry

Smith at all, she still had to teach her son some manners.

"Mommy," Gary Smith looked at her sympathetically. "Why not? She can't even control her husband.

She even cut off Little Aunt's tuition fees and living expenses despite how difficult it is for you and Little

Aunt. She is a bad person!"

Grace was stunned at his words and immediately turned to look at Alice Smith.

Alice felt guilty, but she quickly shrugged her shoulders and said in a low voice, "Sister, he might have

heard it from me when I was telling you."

Grace Smith glared at her but didn't scold her.

"Little Gary, I don't care how much resentment you have in your heart. Remember, they don't owe us

anything. We cannot control how they treat us, we just need to do our best."

Gary Smith nodded and said, "Yes, as long as uncle doesn't come to us with that pained expression, I

won't criticize him. In short, I will only criticize him if he does it again."

Grace was rendered speechless. She felt that anything she could say to Gary was useless.

This child really didn't like Simon Brown.

Alice Smith couldn't help but laugh again. But when she raised her head and looked at her sister who

was looking at her fiercely, she immediately shut up.

Gary then piped up, "I have never criticized an honest person. There must be something wrong with

the person's character if I ever criticize him. I won't remain silent when I meet a dishonest person."

"Oh!" Grace Smith rubbed the space between her eyebrows, as if she was down with a headache.

"Mommy." Gary was very filial. When he saw his mother's pained expression, he cried out, "Are you

really angry?"

"No," Grace shook her head and sighed. "Mommy always hoped that you can differentiate between

right and wrong. Now it seems that you already know quite a lot."

"Then can I continue to criticize that uncle?" Gary Smith immediately followed up.

Grace said, "It's up to you. Act according to circumstances."

"Yes," The child nodded. "Mommy, don't worry. I'm the only man in this family. I should protect you and

Little Aunt." He promised.

Grace and Alice Smith looked at each other, they were both touched and saddened by his words.

The next day, early in the morning.

Grace Smith got up early to make breakfast. The three of them went out together after having their

meal.

The toys and fruits were still outside the door.

They looked at each other and didn't make a move. When they entered the elevator, they happened to

bump into a cleaner.

Gary Smith took a step forward and said, "Hello, auntie. There are some toys and fruits over there.

Please pack them up and give them to any person whom you think might need them."

Both Grace and Alice looked at him. This little one had settled the matter so quickly!

The cleaner was shocked and refused politely, "No, I can't take them."

"These are gifts from an uncle. I don't need them as I have a lot of toys," Gary Smith chimed in.

The cleaner then nodded and said, "Thank you, thank you."

They went into the elevator together.

Grace praised Gary and said, "That's a good arrangement."

"You made the best use of it," Alice said.

"Yes," Gary Smith nodded and said, "If he buys me toys again, I'll ask him to send a truck of them to

those little kids in kindergarten."

The corners of Grace and Alice's mouths twitched.

This child was more than a little scheming.

At Jones Estate.

It was only 8:50 a.m. when Grace Smith arrived.

She arrived ten minutes in advance because she was afraid that she would be late.

After entering the lobby, she first explained the purpose of her visit.

The receptionist glanced at her and said with a smile, "Miss, our President does not accept media

interviews. I didn't receive any orders for any special arrangement, so I cannot give you access."

Grace could only wait around. Did Heinz Jones not make any arrangements? "Has he arrived?" She

then asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you the whereabouts of the President." The receptionist politely refused.

In the eyes of the receptionist, the woman in front of her was probably a woman who wanted to play up

to their President.

At this moment, two figures came in through the door. The first man was tall, dressed in a tailored suit,

and his leather shoes were bright enough to reflect his figure.

He walked in briskly. His pace was steady and his face was cold. He was tall and slender. Looking at

him from a distance, she felt that he was full of awe.

"Good morning, President!" The receptionist greeted respectfully.

Heinz Jones saw Grace Smith standing at the lobby. He stopped and told Lester in a low voice, "Ask

Simon Brown to come to my room half an hour later."

"Yes," Lester replied.

Only then did Heinz Jones come up to Grace Smith.

She quickly stepped forward and greeted him. "Good morning, Mr. Jones. Your receptionist said that

she didn't receive your instructions, so I couldn't go up."

As she said that, Grace Smith glanced at the reception counter behind him.

Heinz Jones followed her gaze, and his eyes were sharp and calm. He said, "From tomorrow onwards,

give access to Miss Smith, and give her a pass later."

"Yes," The receptionist immediately nodded and said. She looked at Heinz Jones with worry and

apologized, "I'm sorry, President. I didn't know she was your guest."

"You did a good job," He said flatly, "I'm the one who didn't make the arrangements."

He nodded slightly and then turned to go upstairs.

Grace had no choice but to follow him with a dispirited look.

It was the second time she had been here.

She still felt the luxury of this place, which was full of the solemn coolness of a big company.

They went into the elevator together.

Lester's phone rang. He glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, and then said to Heinz Jones,

"President, it's the old master's call."

Heinz furrowed his brows, and narrowed his eyes at Lester.

"Do you want to pick it up?" Lester asked.

Heinz hesitated for a moment, glanced at Grace, and then nodded. "Yes," he said.

He then answered the phone and said, "Grandfather."

"Have you been very busy lately?" The old man asked.

"Not bad," Heinz Jones answered. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and took off his coat. Lester

immediately came up to help him.

But Heinz stopped him and put the suit into Grace Smith's arms.

Grace got a shock and but could only hold on to his suit. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He answered the phone with one hand and loosened his tie with the other.

"Grandfather, what can I do for you?" He continued to asked.

"Let's meet. I've made an appointment with my old comrade-in-arms. He came with his granddaughter.

You can meet her." The old man said.

Heinz Jones frowned more deeply after hearing this and said, "I don't want to meet her. The signal in

the elevator is not good. Talk to you later."

"Brat, if you don't go for any blind dates, you will be forever alone." A full-fledged roar came from the

other end of the phone.

Heinz Jones immediately held the phone away from his ear.

Grace Smith heard the roar of the old man's voice.

She held his suit and followed behind him. He looked funny when he was holding the phone away from

his ear.

Then, he passed the phone to Lester.

Lester realized that Heinz Jones did not hang up, and the old man was still roaring away.

Lester was so frightened that he hurriedly but his ear to the phone. However, the more he listened, the

paler his face became.

The last words from the old man were...

'TH see you this weekend, you must be there."