Blanca Roach drove straight to Empire Group and didn’t dare to stop for a moment.
This is about her and the entire studio’s hard work over the past few months, and it’s impossible to just leave it halfway.
She parked the car directly in front of the company, stepped on her high heels and went straight to the elevator.
She was just about to enter Matthew Grant’s office when she was blocked by Jim Grant.
“Yo, isn’t this the little sister-in-law? Why do you want to come to the office today.”
“None of your business.”
Blanca Roach frowned, eyes full of disgust, just to avoid him to open the office door, but Jim Grant preempted, blocked the door a tight.
“Don’t panic, sister-in-law, there’s no one else in the office right now, we can talk for a while before we enter.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
Blanca Roach had lost even her basic patience and looked up at him with a cold tone.
“What will it take for you to get out of the way?”
“Little sister-in-law, take it easy, why are you still angry, just let you in.”
Jim Grant looked like Blanca Roach could not afford to joke, snorted, turned his head and left the door.
Blanca Roach glanced at the back, and felt strange in her heart.
What the hell was Jim Grant doing in front of her for no reason at all? To disgust her?
The next moment, she pushed open the door and saw the female assistant tangled with Matthew Grant, her blouse was half off, revealing a large breast.
When Matthew Grant saw the person who came in, his eyes flashed and he pushed her away with force, saying in a stern voice.
“Get out!”
“President Grant …”
The assistant, with an abandoned look on her face, half fell to the ground, stole a glance at Blanca Roach, and her tone became more and more miserable.
“President Grant, why do you change your face so quickly, just now you were …”
Halfway through the sentence, she burst into tears, making what had just happened more and more ambiguous.
Blanca Roach stared at the two people in front of her, the anxiety she felt just now had turned into anger and unexplainable difficulty.
The first man she thought of at the most difficult moment was having an affair with her assistant in the office.
She couldn’t say a word and left in a hurry on her high heels.
Matthew Grant saw the departing figure, grimaced, smoothed his wrinkled suit and pressed the inside line of the phone.
“Curtis Irwin, come to my office and take care of this person, and don’t let me see her in S-Town again!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he got up and chased after her.
His little woman was most jealous in the end, she was already insecure, and it would be a problem if she couldn’t explain herself.
Blanca Roach walked as fast as she could and got into the car just to close the door when a hand blocked it.
“Ma’am, not even a chance to explain?”
“I saw it all.”
She spoke in an impulsive tone, but her eyes were indisputably blurred.
Just now she had been in the midst of anxiety, months of hard work was going to be ruined because of watching a venue, and now she saw her husband flirting with another woman.
All this in such a short period of time when the impact over, has made her brain muddled into a piece.
Matthew Grant’s heart fluttered as he pulled the car door wide open and took her by the shoulders into his arms.
“Let me explain to you, what you saw is not necessarily the truth.”
“Don’t you hug me! You smell like another woman’s perfume.”
Blanca Roach jarred in his arms, reached out and pushed him away, turning her head gamely to look the other way.
The scene was completely in front of Jim Grant’s eyes, and he sneered, staring at the two.
I can only say that everything is arranged just right, Shelly that woman is not only a little useful …