True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 210

Heinz Jones sat in the office for a while. Then, he untied his tie and smashed it on the desk, but his

anger did not disappear. He got up in frustration, grabbed the card on the table, and walked out.

Jensen Charm, who was waiting for the elevator, was surprised to see him coming out. "Hey, you can't

wait any longer, can you? Are you going to find Grace?"

"Do you have anything to do with it?" Heinz retorted.

"Of course, I have," Jensen said. "Be careful. If you don't take the card along, you'll have nothing to say

even if you go there, do you understand?"

Heinz glanced at him and said, "You're talking too much nonsense."

Jensen shrugged.

Soon, the elevator doors opened.

Jensen walked in and seemed to think of something, "By the way, Heinz, six years ago, when we went

to arrest those drug dealers together, you drank that wine too, right? I was drugged and I assumed you

were too. What happened to you that night?"

Jensen finally asked when he remembered about it after so many years.

Heinz's eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "I forgot."

"Uh, forgot?" Jensen was stunned. Of course, he didn't believe it. "How could you forget such an

unforgettable experience?"

Heinz's eyes darkened and a hint of hostility flashed across his face. He said coldly, "You're talking too

much nonsense."

"Well, I have a lot of nonsense to say. I want to make up for the girl that I've hurt that night, but what

about you?" Jensen said seriously, "If you also slept with a girl that night, have you ever considered

making up for it?"

"The woman you've touched isn't Grace. Don't pester her anymore," Heinz said coldly.

Jensen asked, "How do you know it's not Grace?"

"D*mn it!" Heinz grabbed his collar and said, "It seems like you are still holding on to Grace. I was

wondering why you are so proactive in helping Grace. It turns out that you still want to pursue her. Let

me tell you, the past has passed, so don't you think about it anymore."

Jensen was stunned. It turned out that Heinz had misunderstood him.

He smiled and said, "Yes, let the past stay in the past. But why do you need to grab my clothes?"

"Stay away from her," Heinz warned in a deep voice.

Jensen laughed and said, "You are really funny. You're the one with the problem. It doesn't matter how

distant or close I am with Grace. The problem is you. What did you do? My great President, can you

not be so self-righteous?"

Heinz frowned.

"You said that she had eaten shit in front of her younger sister. You always want to be the one winning

the argument. How could you love her?" Jensen asked.

Heinz's face darkened.

"You are a man who doesn't know how to dote on a woman. Who dares to have a relationship with

you?" Jensen said.

Hearing this, Heinz shook him off to the back.

His face became gloomy and he didn't say anything.

Jensen knew Heinz well and knew that he understood what he had just said, "Well, I've already said

what I should say. Now it's up to you. You should know what to do."

The elevator stopped and both of them got off the elevator.

Jensen left.

On the other hand, Heinz got to his car and called Grace.

At that moment, Grace was getting ready for an interview.

Her phone rang as soon as she came out of the newspaper office. She answered the call before she

got into her car.

"Grace," Heinz said.

Hearing his deep voice, Grace frowned.

"Did you ask Jensen to send me a card?" Heinz asked.

"Oh, yes," Grace said to the phone. "Mr. Jones, thank you for your help before and the advance

payment

yesterday."

Heinz asked coldly, "Why did you ask Jensen to give it to me?"

"Because I didn't want to see you," Grace said bluntly. "There's also no need for us to meet."

Heinz didn't expect Grace to be so direct and to say such hurtful words.

He suddenly felt a pain in his chest and didn't speak.

Grace could clearly hear the heavy breathing of the man on the other side of the line.

He seemed to be very angry.

She pursed her lips, thinking that they were not compatible with each other at all, and said, "Since you

have received the card, then I suppose this is goodbye."

"Grace," Heinz immediately said, "Don't hang up."

Grace asked, "What else do you want to talk about?"

There was silence over there.

Grace was really in a hurry. After waiting for a long time, she still couldn't hear anything from the other

side. She could only urge him, "What else do you want to talk about? I'm in a hurry for work. If you

have nothing to say, I really have to hang up."

"When are you free?" Heinz asked.

Grace was surprised and inexplicably felt a little pain in her heart.

Actually, she had mustered the courage to be in a relationship with Heinz. However, not only did he

humiliate her about her first time, he even accused her of having a motive to get close to him.

Grace felt that Heinz had disrespected her and she had lost her dignity in front of him.

They were never equal.

"Just tell me directly what you want to do," Grace said.

"I want to talk to you," Heinz said patiently.

Grace didn't say anything, and there was no emotion on her delicate face.

"We must meet, face to face," Heinz said again.

Grace was still silent.

"Can you say something?" Heinz couldn't hear her answer, so he became anxious and asked, "Is it

okay?"

Grace whispered, "There's no need for us to meet, Mr. Jones."

"Grace, if we don't meet up, we can't make things clear," Heinz insisted.

"We can't make it clear even if we meet with each other." Grace had already seen through this. "Mr.

Jones, you and I have strong personalities. That's why we are attracted to each other instinctively. But

if we continue to have a relationship, I'm afraid we will have a hard time changing ourselves a lot. It's

really unnecessary."

"Tell me all of these when we meet," he said in a low voice.

"No, I don't want to waste any more of my time,"

Grace said bluntly. "That's it."

She hung up the phone.

Heinz listened to the beeping sound from the phone. The call had disconnected. In an instant, a fire

was lit in his eyes.

Instead of going to the newspaper office, Heinz drove wildly on the road.

After a long time, he arrived at a luxury club and walked in.

"Hey? Isn't this our great President Jones?"

The woman sounded surprised and the scent of her expensive perfume filled the air.

Heinz turned around and looked at the woman.

It was Cindy White.

She walked over with a smile and said, "President Jones, to what do I owe the pleasure today?"

Heinz frowned and looked at her without saying anything.

Cindy quickly caught up to him and said, "Hey, Heinz, I have something to talk to you about. Please

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Heinz ignored her and went inside.

"Mr. Jones?" the lobby manager immediately greeted him as soon as he saw him.

"As usual," Heinz said in a deep voice.

"No problem, please follow me." The lobby manager directly took Heinz to the room where he often

frequented.

Cindy and her assistant followed closely behind. Cindy gave her assistant a meaningful look and hinted

her to leave, and the assistant quickly walked away.

Heinz entered the private room, and Cindy followed him in and closed the door.