NovelEnglishChapter 1714
Sure enough, Keith had caught the photographer and was now walking toward us.
| turned to look at Hayes with an apologetic smile on my face as | said, "Sorry, Mr.
Simmons. Perhaps you'd like to leave now?"
| had initially thought he would agree to that and did not expect him to shake his head. He said, "I'll stay back
and see what happens. After all, I'm one of the parties involved too."
"Alright." I did not turn his suggestion down.
Keith soon appeared with the security guard in tow.
| sat on the couch and glanced at the ntag pinned to his chest as | read his nout, "Gordon Ziegler?"
He seemed flustered now that he had been caught and gulped before saying, "Mrs. Grant, | was carrying out
what | was ordered to do. Please, could you be kind and not expose me? | had no other choice."
Pride often prevented men from kneeling, but Gordon immediately fell onto his knees before me.
| glanced at him coldly and asked, "Did you think | would let you off easy just because you're kneeling before
me?"
"Mrs. Grant, please, you must forgive me. My wife is ill, and her treatment requires a lot of money. | only did this
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbecause | had no choice," he said in a pitiful voice.
| looked up at Keith and signaled for him to look into this. He immediately understoodand walked aside to
contact someone else for information.
| shifted my gaze back to look at Gordon, who was still kneeling on the floor. "I'll admit that I'm soft-hearted. |
can forgive you, but Theo was the one who got embarrassed by the photos you took and sent to the press. |
can't be sure that he won't do anything to you."
Theo's way of dealing with things had long since been popularized, and Gordon knew perfectly well what the
outcof offending him was.
He immediately becflustered and seemed to be spiraling as he said, "Please, Mrs. Grant, I'm begging you.
Please help me." "Men's tears are quite valuable."
| had just finished speaking when Keith walked in and nodded at me.
It was true that Gordon's wife was ill. Thus, it seemed that it was also true he was trying to raise money for her
medical treatment.
The look in my eyes changed, but | continued speaking in a cold tone.
"Do you wantto just forget about this?" | asked as | stood, walked over, and looked downward at him.
The oppressiveness made Gordon even more nervous. "Mrs. Grant, I-l..."
| was not a good interrogator, but | knew that Gordon was a good person.
"I won't make things difficult for you. Just tellwho that person is," | said as | returned to my seat and stared
at him.
Gordon's head raised slowly. His
Adam's apple bobbed as he s who she is, but |
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"At least you've got good sense. Contact her now."
His hands trembled as he took his phone out and hurriedly typed out a message.
When he finished typing the last letter, he stopped and said, "We usually contact each other via text messages.
She toldto get in touch when I've taken the photos and she'll pass the cash to me."
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Sure enough, it was a cash transaction.
Gordon soon received a reply. All it contained was the word "alright.
"11 p.m. Golden Cafe."
"Okay. I'll decide what to do with you after I've met her. Keith, please escort Mr.
Ziegler to where he'll be resting."
Yes, Ma'am.
Hayes finally spoke after Keith and. Gordon left. "I was not expecting this side you, Mrs. Grant. You seemed
so domineering just now."
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"| was once a CEO myself. Tiny shrimp like him mean nothing. Well have bigger fish to fry tonight."
| already had an idea of who it was, but | simply wanted to confirm my suspicions tonight.
A worried look appeared in Hayes' eyes. "Are you going alone?"
"No way. | would never have the guts to do that."
That was right. | would never dare go alone. At the very least, | would take Keith with me. &
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