Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Chapter 54 She Hasn’t Returned

The summer sun shone down over the hubbub of the city.

Blanca walked down the bustling street. Nobody noticed her, and the tears in her eyes fell like pearls

cut from a string.

She didn’t know how many times she grazed her elbows.

Finally, she sat limply down on a wooden chair outside a café.

Are you dumb, Blanca Roach?

She just had an arrangement with Matthew. It was an arranged marriage. What did his models not

showing up have to do with her at all?

“Is this seat taken?”

Someone pulled up a chair in front of her. Blanca shook her head and didn’t notice who it was. She

rubbed her eyes and told herself not to be so silly from now on.

She let out a long breath and was about to leave when the person sitting opposite her suddenly spoke.

“Is he picking on you, Blanca?”

…it was Todd!

Todd’s beard was a mess. He looked tired. Blanca frowned. She knew that she was past tense with

Todd and didn’t want anything more to do with him. So she got up. “My business has got nothing to do

with you.”

“Blanca!”

Todd sounded frantic. A small part of Blanca softened.

Her shoulders shook slightly, and she still ended up turning around and looking at him. “Did you need

anything?”

“I was wrong, Blanca, I know it… Kylie seduced me, but I should have resisted. Can you just give me a

chance?”

Seeing her stop, Todd’s heart leapt, and he walked up trying to take her hand. Blanca dodged away.

“We’re through, Todd, and I hope you don’t come to disturb me again. Goodbye.”

She didn’t think she’d meet Todd here of all places. With a sour mood, Blanca turned and left.

“You really aren’t going to give me a chance, Blanca?”

“…”

Blanca ignored him. Of course she wasn’t giving a second chance to a man who betrayed her in the

past.

She got on the nearest bus and didn’t know where she was going as she left.

Seeing Blanca like this, Todd smashed his bottle on the ground!

One day passed. Blanca still hadn’t returned.

Inside the chairman’s office of the Empire Group Building, a stormy atmosphere lingered about the

room. Curtis looked at his boss’s dark expression and probed, “Mr. Grant, the clothes are being held

specifically now. This won’t happen again.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Back then, Matthew’s mother had bought the dress for a high price at an auction. She’d wanted to wear

it at his birthday feast, but… she was gone before she could make it to that point.

Matthew’s fingers drummed across the desk, his jaw set tight.

Anyone who knew him could tell that he wasn’t happy.

“So… the truth’s come out. Mary Robinson did it. She stole the clothes and blended them into the

samples for today. We’ve dismissed her from the company.”

Curtis explained.

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear for Mary.

Did this woman have a brain? Poking the dragon’s eye like this!

Night encompassed the land and the staff slowly got off their shifts. Matthew looked outside. “She’s not

back yet?”

She?

Curtis reacted instantly and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “The Ma’am hasn’t come back since she

left, Mr. Grant.”

Was she angry?

Matthew pinched his own fingers. He did lose his composure in the afternoon, but was she throwing a

tantrum?