Lucy was standing in the corridor with her camera and was going to go to her room to wait for Matthew Grant, when she saw the person who came to her face.
She immediately greeted him with a big smile on her face, blocking the way out.
“President Grant, look how nice the pictures I gave you from the meeting. Look, it’s my …”
“Get out! Get away from me!”
Matthew Grant frowned and immediately walked around her and headed in the direction of the elevator.
A lot of people on the corridor to see the fun, eyes are following Matthew Grant’s figure, naturally also saw this scene, all began to point and say.
“This can be I am good for you to shoot.”
Lucy muttered a sentence with her head down, her face immediately sank, with a hideous emotion hidden under her eyes.
The corners of her mouth then hooked a smile of necessity, rushed up and tugged Matthew Grant’s cuffs, shoving the camera in front of him, in a pleasing tone.
“Just take a look, I’ve had a hard time taking pictures, I promise you’ll be satisfied.”
Matthew Grant glanced down at the cuff, no hint of emotion on his face, only pulling the cuff out with force, two steps away from the distance, and spoke in a cold voice.
“I’m in a bad mood, and if you dare to pester me again, I don’t guarantee what I’ll do.”
“Better, now, get out at once.”
Charles White followed up and saw the scene, cold face, went forward and pulled people away to the side.
“You stay abroad for so many years have not reflected on it, not you are not, you so entangled, touched only yourself.”
“No, it’s not!”
Lucy raised her voice and threw her hand camera on the ground, her eyes glowing a creepy red from the force of blood.
She stared away from Matthew Grant’s departing back, snorted twice, and shouted.
“Is that woman that good? It’s worth doing this to her, and I’m telling you, she deserves to die in the morning just like that! Not only will I keep the staff out of the water, but I’ll keep everyone out! Including you!”
Matthew Grant’s quickened pace paused, looked back at her, narrowed his eyes, and said one word at a time.
“You say that again.”
“How about that! I’m the one who won’t let them go to the rescue!” Lucy smiled a little grimace, full of wild emotions, “I just want to see her die! I feel good!”
“You’re looking for death?”
Matthew Grant stared at her with a deadly stare, with a horrible chill all over his body, and the next moment he wanted to rush up and kill someone.
“You think you don’t dare to touch you?”
“So what? I’m still going to see that woman dead! If not this time, there will be another time! I’m the only one who’s good enough for you!”
Charles White glanced at Matthew Grant next to him, a look he hadn’t seen in a long time.
I’m afraid, has moved to kill.
His eyes were austere, and he directly blocked between the two, questioning in a stern voice.
“Lucy, you’re crazy!”
“Crazy? Where am I crazy? I’m just telling the truth! No one is better for Matthew Grant than I am! She doesn’t deserve that woman!”
“Get your camera and get out of here and never appear in front of Matthew Grant or my sister-in-law again, or I can’t guarantee what will happen to you.”
Lucy grunted, her tone disdainful.
“Who needs your guarantee, I’ll do whatever I want.”
“Well, since you chose to do so yourself, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance.”
Charles White took a few steps back, glanced at her, and said lightly.
“It just so happens that I have a friend who is going to Africa, so you can go there to calm down, the place is big and crowded, you won’t be treated badly.”