Blanca Roach walked to the underground garage with Matthew Grant on her arm, then immediately let go of him and walked straight ahead.
She walked fast on her high heels and didn’t even wait for the person behind her.
After Matthew Grant opened the car door, she sat on the passenger side, looking sideways out the window, without saying a word the whole time.
A hint of helpless doting flashed under Matthew Grant’s eyes as he leaned over in front of her.
“And what did I do to piss off my lady?”
“You didn’t.” Blanca Roach bristled and said, somewhat grimly, “How dare I be angry with the Grand President of Empire Group.”
Matthew Grant raised an eyebrow and sighed lightly, his tone helpless.
“You brought the person here tonight, and I didn’t say a word to her, but you saw it, madam.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Blanca Roach frowned, turned her head to look at him, and opened her mouth to ask.
“Do all the models contracted by your big group have a bad temper? No respect for the designers at all?”
“Not sure about that.” A crease fell between Matthew Grant’s eyebrows and his tone was light, “I’ll ask Curtis Irwin tomorrow, if any model doesn’t cooperate with you today, let me know and I guarantee she won’t be able to get along in S-town.”
Blanca Roach was angry, but when she heard Matthew Grant’s child-like tone of voice, she laughed out loud in exasperation.
“You’re not answering the question! Let me ask you again, did you introduce me to a model over here?”
“Hmm?”
Matthew Grant stared back for a moment before remembering that there was such a thing.
Blanca Roach had been working around the clock for the launch of the new product, and even had to pick the model herself, going through thousands of resumes one by one.
It was only when he was distressed that he asked Curtis Irwin to pick a contracted model within the company and recommend it to Blanca Roach.
The main thing is that Curtis Irwin was talking a lot in front of him with the resume of that person, so he didn’t look at it carefully.
Matthew Grant hooked the corners of his mouth and stared straight at her, his gaze sullen.
“Madame is jealous?”
“I’m not!” Blanca Roach’s eyes twinkled as she stared at her feet and spoke, “I’m just curious, how come the titular President Grant has such a poor eye for choosing people, picking a bodhisattva and sending her over to me, making me such a small designer to offer her.”
“I didn’t pick her, it was Curtis Irwin, I don’t even know her name.”
Matthew Grant laughed softly and reached out to play with the tips of Blanca Roach’s hair.
Every time Blanca Roach got angry with him, she was a little kitten with fried hair, raising her paws to scratch his heart.
He raised his eyes to the slender neck exposed in front of him and licked over his thin lips, which did tickle him every time.
“So you don’t even know her and you’re giving me a recommendation, she’s such a good sport.”
Blanca Roach still pouted and moved to the side again.
In fact, it was enough to know that this person was not chosen by Matthew Grant, but she just felt angry.
Maybe because the woman said “I was personally recommended by the president of Grant”, so she felt very upset.
Yes, it is very unhappy.
An outsider has no right to take her man’s name and show it off outside.
“Well, it’s my fault.”
Matthew Grant, with a smile in his eyes, scooped Blanca Roach’s entire body into his arms and hugged her, his hand resting on his waist as he ran his hand over her back.
“Then you’re not allowed to say yes to any random woman ever again.”
“Okay.” Matthew Grant replied dryly, a trace of playfulness crossed under his eyes, and lowered his voice in her ear, “Don’t worry, madam, tonight my husband will make good compensation.”