Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“How can a living person just disappear into thin air.”

Elizabeth Harris was going to find someone to ask if she had seen Blanca Roach leave the ballroom and lifted her skirt just to leave, when she saw Matthew Grant bend down and pick up a black button at her feet.

Matthew Grant’s frown deepened, “This is the trim on Blanca’s dress.”

Although it wasn’t very strong when I saw it earlier, it wasn’t so easy to fall off.

Something must have happened to her here and it fell off.

Thinking about it, Matthew Grant’s face was so cold that it was about to drip, and he clutched the button.

He said, making Elizabeth Harris panic, “Then if that’s true, something must have happened to Blanca!”

Elizabeth Harris hadn’t experienced much of anything like this, but was alerted and intuited that something must have happened to Blanca Roach out of the blue.

“Mr. Grant, Ms. Harris, how can I help you?”

Seeing Matthew Grant and Elizabeth Harris milling around the ballroom, the head waiter came over and asked politely, but when Elizabeth Harris asked where Blanca Roach had gone, the head waiter shook his head.

“Sorry, didn’t notice Mrs. Grant, I’ll ask someone else.”

As she was speaking, a waiter passing by the place looked furtive.

“Branden, have you seen Mrs. Grant just now?”

The foreman caught a person and asked if he had seen Blanca Roach, but this Branden stammered and his eyes drifted.

“I… I …”

“What’s wrong, did you see it?” The foreman asked anxiously.

Matthew Grant feet also unconsciously moved a step towards him, see he seems to be intentionally hiding something, cold eyes make that waiter more panic, said and asked away: “did not see, foreman, I have to go to deliver wine, just first …”

“…” the waiter looked at Matthew Grant, as if he had concerns and did not dare to say.

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Matthew Grant’s eyes were stern, the air temperature dropped extremely fast, and the invisible pressure made people chill.

“Mrs. Grant … Mrs. Grant went upstairs with President Paddy…” the waiter shivered.

Matthew Grant’s original anxious concern became anger, and a word popped out from his teeth: “Paddy!”

“Did she leave of her own accord, or was she taken?” Elizabeth Harris asked because she wanted to know the well-being of Blanca Roach, if she was coerced she feared she was in danger.

“It was Mrs. Grant who took the initiative … ah!”

The waiter did not finish his words.

Matthew Grant hands lift a little pants crouch, sinister whispered warning: “Blanca can not take the initiative to go with him, you better give me the truth.”

“President Grant, I… I was wrong, Mrs. Grant did not go upstairs with President Paddy of her own accord, but was taken away by President Paddy in a daze … I happened to see it, and he warned me not to say anything about it …”

The waiter was about to cry with fear.

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