Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca Roach thought she was well disguised, which knew that Matthew Grant spotted her as soon as she appeared at the stairway.

The way she looked in her pink loungewear with her pill hair tied up, plain-faced, delicate and lovely, tickled his heart.

Matthew Grant hooked a finger at Blanca Roach: “Come here! Eat!”

Blanca Roach had long smelled the aroma wafting over the table, and she stretched her neck to see that Matthew Grant had made ham and omelette, vegetable salad, and fresh juice.

It should be Matthew Grant’s personal cooking.

Blanca Roach, who had not only not eaten anything since her nap, but had also consumed a lot of energy, was immediately filled with food on the table.

She gave Matthew Grant an “ahhh” and leapt to the table with a small step, sitting down firmly, hungry and greedy, she grabbed a knife and fork, cut a piece of ham and rolled it with eggs.

Blanca Roach looked like the light had come on instantly. With a jerk of her head, she puffed out her cheeks while giving a thumbs up to Matthew Grant.

“Matthew Grant, your cooking is great again!”

She finished eating and didn’t forget the five-star review.

Matthew Grant put his spine up, the corner of his mouth hooked, and continued tapping this keyboard with his fingertips while whispering, “Eat more if it’s good.”

Alice had already been put to sleep by Thea, who was also old enough to sleep early.

So now, they were the only two left awake in the large villa.

Blanca Roach had been so distracted by the food in front of her that she had forgotten her determination to negotiate properly with Matthew Grant.

When she had eaten her fill, she burped.

She didn’t have time to cover her mouth and turned her head to look at Matthew Grant as an afterthought.

To find him looking at her with a smile.

Ah, how embarrassing.

Blanca Roach was speechless, but she was used to being embarrassed in front of Matthew Grant many times.

So Matthew Grant saw her look like she was at the mercy of the king and laughed even deeper.

“Take a break, then go to the shower and go to bed.”

Blanca Roach immediately straightened her back and stared at Matthew Grant warily.

The eyes seemed to say, Beast!

Matthew Grant laughed again, he pinched Blanca Roach’s cheek and laughed: “Simply sleep, of course if you want to do something else, I can meet it unconditionally.”

Blanca Roach hastily refused, what a joke, if she came again, she was afraid she would die.

In the dead of night, in some of the darkest corners of the city.

There is a tall man is leaning against the wall, index finger tapping regularly on the wall.

According to the agreed time, there are five minutes left, the person will come.

The handsome face under the duck-tongued hat hooked up a dangerous smile.

The time passed, the sound of footsteps slowly came, getting clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer.

The corners of Fredrick’s mouth turned up high, the prey has arrived.

Here is the moment of the hunt.

The person who came was Lawrence, who was visibly relieved at the sight of Fredrick, and then complained: “What is this place, actually asked me to meet here!”

Fredrick sneered, “Time is short, the task is heavy, it is too late to find other places.”

Lawrence grunted coldly, he was used to ordering in a superior tone, “Where is my daughter? When are you going to arrange for us to leave the country? I’m telling you, you better hurry or I’ll give what I’m holding to Matthew Grant!”

With that Lawrence pulled out a flash drive from his pocket, “What’s in here is enough for you to drink.”

Fredrick’s eyes went cold and cold, cold to the extreme.

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“Of course, you have the handle on me, and I promise to send you safely out of the country.”

Having gotten Fredrick’s own assurance, Lawrence was satisfied and was just about to say something when suddenly there was a flash of cold light in front of him, a sharp pain in his throat, and a large splash of warm liquid.

He saw Fredrick’s face was splashed with blood, when it was really a life-threatening impermanence, to claim his life.

Lawrence fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes unbelievably open, as if in shock, and he ended up like that.

And Fredrick slowly and methodically wiped the blood from the dagger, not even glancing at Lawrence on the ground.

The hunt is over, now deal with the prey.