Blanca Roach glanced at Lucy and walked straight towards the entrance of the hotel, holding the person at her side.
Only after pulling away for some distance did she turn her head slightly sideways, lowered her voice, and clenched her back teeth to question.
“Who’s this peach blossom debt again?”
“I …”
Matthew Grant mused, but glanced at another figure coming in, his face sparse and gloomy.
“Now it’s hard to say whose it is.”
“Hmm? What do you mean by that? Is it possible that the girl just now is rushing to me …”
“Blanca!”
Blanca Roach just pouted and asked a rhetorical question halfway through, and was interrupted by another voice.
The voice was too familiar, and she looked up at the voice to see who was coming.
It was Paddy …
She temporarily pulled the corners of her mouth, smiled and said pleasantly.
“Brother Paddy, what a coincidence, are you also here for the cooperation meeting here?”
“Yes, I didn’t expect to meet you here either.”
Paddy couldn’t hide the happiness in his eyes, and just as he wanted to go forward to say more, he met the cold gaze next to him.
He paused in his steps, his tone polite and detached.
“President Grant, good day.”
“Well, we’re going to the room now, and I’ll see you at the meeting if we have something.”
Matthew Grant, with a scowl on his face, finished ringing his side and left the doorway, leaving no room to talk at all.
This scene all fell in Lucy’s eyes at the door, making her feel more and more jealous and angry.
Although she was thrown abroad by Matthew Grant and forbidden to return to her country, she waited for a long time for this day, just to see Matthew Grant again.
But now, a woman with a child is inserted in the middle of the road.
But it doesn’t matter, as long as it is in this hotel in Hawaii, no one knows better than her, and no one knows what she has actually arranged.
When the time comes, even if Matthew Grant is married and so what, still have to obediently take her back.
Lucy smiled coldly and recklessly, tightened the press camera and ID in her hand, and walked in the direction they both left.
The hotel room has an additional crib, probably because it was reported in advance.
After Blanca Roach placed the sleeping child on the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at someone sideways.
She didn’t say anything either, she just stared.
“If you have something to ask, just say it.”
“Who is that woman? How does she know you?” She wrapped her arms around her chest, her face questioning, “I want to hear the truth from you.”
She had felt strange enough at the door, not only did the woman find Matthew Grant right away, but Matthew Grant’s attitude was also perverse.
Not to mention Charles White’s attitude and what he said.
So put everything together is that the woman must have known them long ago.
Matthew Grant’s face did not change, just got the file in hand on the window desk mountain, the tone is flat.
“Just an avid entertainment reporter, not familiar.”
Unfamiliar?
Blanca Roach wanted to continue to ask, but she saw that Matthew Grant’s attitude probably could not ask a question.
A thought flashed through her mind and she got up and headed outside.
“I’m going out for a minute, I’ll be right back.”
“Are you okay to be alone? I’ll go with you.”
Matthew Grant frowned, put down what he had in hand and made a move to go outside.
“No, I’m just walking around, I’ll be right back, you keep an eye on Alice.”
Fearing that someone would insist on going out with her again, she said as she made her way out the door and let out a deep breath in the hallway.
According to the situation just now, the person who knows the inside story of this matter, there should be another person.