Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca Roach took a deep breath and was slightly nervous at the thought of facing all kinds of tough questions from reporters soon.

She tried to take her hand back and put it down, but it was wrapped up in Matthew Grant’s hand and interlocked with her fingers.

Matthew Grant lowered his head, his voice was soft, but it gave her infinite courage: “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

Blanca Roach smiled softly, his voice was like a magic that drove away her nervousness. She slowly gained confidence, her eyes like a thick layer of ice reinforced into a wall, while beyond the wall, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, a standard and beautiful smile.

After a short pause she reached out her hand and pushed the door open.

The cameras have turned around at the smell of the wind.

The young girl’s posture is reflected in her calm walk, the hem of her light blue dress raised between walks, looking and her eyes, as if full of sunshine, without the slightest haze, bright as the sky outside the building.

Some shots pause slightly.

It was the initial impression of this glance that caused them to falter slightly.

Such an indifferent and harmless girl could be the kind of person that the internet says is a bully?

Beside her stood Matthew Grant, in a black suit, with an erect and imposing figure.

I saw that his eyebrows are very low, thick black and harsh, under the eyebrows is a pair of deep eyes, dark eyes kind as if the wind and snow to contain the danger.

His appearance in the handsome and beautiful entertainment industry is also the top face, not to mention that his entire body is not at all comparable to others.

Matthew Grant does not speak when the thin lips pursed, no one dares to go forward.

But he is now standing beside Blanca Roach, a rigid and a soft even an unusual match.

When he looked down, the tenderness in his eyes shocked the journalists present.

The President Grant, who is rumored to be a fierce and decisive man, could also see the word “gentle” in him?

The reporters’ eyes widened in disbelief.

Yet it was true.

They watched as Matthew Grant took Blanca Roach’s hand and sat down, grooming her hair and clothes with care and attention.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Finally he looked ahead and his eyes suddenly became stern, where there was no trace of tenderness.

When they saw how quickly he changed his face, the reporters couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of water.

This is the rumored President Grant.

Just see Matthew Grant thin lips lightly open, voice calm and firm: “One minute later, the reception begins.”

The reception started immediately, the reporters did not dare to do anything to Matthew Grant, so they unified the target on Blanca Roach.

“May I ask Ms. Blanca Roach what explanation she has for what she did in the video?”

Blanca Roach looked light and did not change her face in the face of the reporter’s blunt question: “Actually, up to now, I don’t know what I need to explain.”

Blanca Roach then raised her chin towards the reporter who asked the question, her red lips slightly curved in an upward curve, unusually beautiful and moving: “Why don’t you start with me first?”

The reporter who was asked the question was lost in thought for a moment, and then he immediately felt a sharp line of sight.

The reporter looked up and it was Matthew Grant!

His face went white and he forgot what to say or do.

His companion, seeing his indisputable appearance, stood up and said: “So even in the face of a mountain of ironclad evidence, you’re going to beat a dead horse and refuse to apologize?”

“May I ask what you mean by a mountain of ironclad evidence?”

The smile on Blanca Roach’s face was gentle, but her words were sharp: “Are you referring to the edited video on the Internet?”