The waiter took the money and reached out to Shelly to indicate the seat next to her.
“Customers, please go this way.”
“No need!”
Shelly glared at Paddy, stepped on her high heels and left the cafe, hailing a cab.
She stared at her phone screen, the anger under her eyes unable to hide it, and made a call.
“Good job today, keep watching Blanca Roach at the studio for me.”
Today she was able to ask Matthew Grant to meet Blanca Roach at that cafe naturally not because of coincidence, but because she had deliberately planted eyes in Blanca Roach’s studio.
Even if she didn’t get anything big this time, it would be enough to make all three of them uncomfortable!
Shelly looked out the window, the coldness at the corner of her mouth becoming more and more obvious.
Blanca Roach was held hostage all the way into the car by Matthew Grant around her waist, securing her to the passenger side with a seat belt, unable to move.
She frowned and stared sideways at someone in the driver’s seat with a dark face.
“What are you doing?”
“If I don’t watch my wife, my wife is going to run off with someone else.”
There was a hint of aggravation in those words, and Blanca Roach couldn’t help but let out a laugh, then looked right back at Matthew Grant.
“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
“Ma’am, did I explain that it was she who said, in my father’s name, that she wanted to talk to me about the branch investment.”
“So?” Blanca Roach nodded and turned her head to look ahead, “Come on then, let’s go and see how Alice’s 100th day party is being prepared.”
“There’s no rush, it seems like we have something left to talk about.”
Matthew Grant leaned over and pressed Blanca Roach into the passenger seat, looking down at her with a sullen gaze.
Blanca Roach coughed and unnaturally averted her head and averted her gaze.
It looked like she’d have to think of a new approach next time; there were only a handful of times she’d succeeded in changing the subject in front of Matthew Grant.
“Paddy came to see me first today, we just came out to talk.”
“It was over ten years ago, where’s the need to talk?”
Matthew Grant raised an eyebrow and didn’t seem to agree with her on that, his eyes grew colder and colder.
Blanca Roach turned her head and looked him straight in the eye with a slight hint of anger.
“So what do you want me to say? The truth is what it is.”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you.” Matthew Grant eased his voice and reached out to play with the ends of Blanca Roach’s hair, his eyes deep with meaning, “Think about that statement for a moment, it’s clear that we haven’t seen each other in over a decade, so why ask you out?”
Blanca Roach calmed down her emotions, thought carefully about that sentence, and suddenly some understanding.
But she and Paddy hadn’t seen each other for so many years, and they had only met twice, not to mention that she was already married and had children, so it shouldn’t be what she guessed.
“I don’t think it should be what you think, after all, he knows I …”
“Do not you think yourself, I am a man, I know very well what he really played, in short, you are my people, from now on not allowed to meet with him alone.”
“Got it, then you are not allowed to either!”
Blanca Roach half leaned back in her seat, her hair spread out on her sides, revealing her long, white neck.
Matthew Grant narrowed his eyes, hooked his lips and smiled lightly, his words full of ambiguity.
“Madam, is there any compensation today?”
“What compensation? Ah! No. …”
Before Blanca Roach could finish her words, she was pressed against her body and blocked her lips, annihilating the other half of her words between her lips and teeth.