Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Don’t know why?

After such a frivolous act at the first meeting, he actually said he didn’t know what it was because of.

Blanca Roach felt sad for his lost self-awareness, “So?”

Rutledge raised his eyebrows, “So, can President Roach’s new product endorsement for next season be handed over to one of my artists?”

Blanca Roach smiled, it wasn’t really that hard, but it sucked to be held hostage by Rutledge with a gold-encrusted hairpin.

“Yes.” Blanca Roach pushed the jewelry box in front of her back in front of Rutledge.

“But since it’s a partnership, it’s a win-win situation, I won’t let President Rutledge suffer, I’ll buy this pair of hair clips at auction price.”

“President Roach is quick, then I will comply with you.” Rutledge clapped his hands exaggeratedly, admiring Blanca Roach even more.

The woman didn’t want to get involved with anyone; money wasn’t an issue for her, mainly because she didn’t want to owe him a favor.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Blanca Roach looked at the time on her wristwatch, it was almost noon too, she stood up with a decent smile.

“I’m sorry President Rutledge, I have some urgent business to attend to right now, please make yourself comfortable.”

Rutledge saw that she did not want to spend time with herself at all, and seeing that she was leaving, she also stood up and tried to keep her.

“President Roach, it’s noon, what could be more urgent than lunch, why don’t we have lunch together?”

The woman turned her head and guffawed, “Mr. Song is right, lunch is the most important, but what is more important is to dine with my husband.”

“…” Rutledge choked on his dog food and watched as Blanca Roach walked out the door, shaking his hand off in some frustration.

What the hell did he do in his last life to make a woman like that fall for him without second thoughts?

Frustrated as he was, Rutledge had achieved his goal on this trip and hadn’t lost.

But Blanca Roach’s lack of respect for him and the hint of dislike that she always carried made him feel unhappy.

He straightened the bow tie on his collar, straightened himself up, picked up his jewelry box and left the reception room.

After dealing with Rutledge, Blanca Roach felt incredibly tired. She hated people who coerced her into negotiating terms with her.

But at least she was able to get the pair of hairpins back.

Blanca Roach went back to her room, saw the single lunch on the table, and for some reason, her heart felt empty.

She thought she would be bored by the long time she spent with Matthew Grant, but she didn’t expect to be lonely after the separation, and this was the first time recently that Matthew Grant didn’t eat lunch with her.

After a few brief bites, she went home for a nap as there was no work that required her in the afternoon.

Curtis Irwin reorganized all the files in the office after the Empire Group meeting, which lasted from early morning to late evening, and arrived home at nearly zero o’clock.

Isabel was curled up on the couch in the living room, waiting for him to fall asleep.

Curtis Irwin put down his briefcase and carried Isabel back to the bedroom, where she was sleeping peacefully.

She was still waiting for him at this late hour, what a little fool, didn’t she know to sleep first?

Curtis Irwin went out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen to heat the food himself, but heard the door open and close, thinking that Isabel had come out.

“You go back to sleep, I’ll heat it up myself.”

“Curtis,” Irwin’s mother said, coming out of the guest room and looking at her son’s busy back with a sad face.

She was so incompetent as a daughter-in-law, having to heat up her own food so late after work.

“Mom?” Curtis Irwin looked back with a surprised face, after the last few people had a falling out, Irwin’s mother left and never came back.

Irwin’s mother tried to take the spatula from her son’s hand, but Curtis Irwin dodged it: “It’ll be ready soon.”

“Curtis, are you mad at mom.”