True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 311

Heinz looked at Hermione, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes. However, due to his ego, he held himself expressionless and said in a low voice, "Editor Lowe, haven't you got off work yet?" He didn't answer her question.

Hermione's lips twitched and she said, "Mr. Jones, what do you take our newspaper office for? How can you bully someone like that?"

Seeing that she was not willing to let him off the hook, Heinz retorted, "The person involved didn't feel bullied. Why would you as an outsider be so nosy?"

Hermione's eyes widened.

Grace, who was lying her head on her desk, stood up quickly, pointed at the door and screamed, "Get out, Heinz!"

For a moment, Heinz was stunned. He then smiled and walked over, saying, "Alright, stop making a fuss. I'll send you home."

His attitude hadn't changed, and this greatly disappointed Grace.

She opened her eyes wide and bit down the corner of her lower lip hard. Her face was pale and full of despair. In front of Hermione, she said bluntly, "Heinz, do you think that after you raped me, I wouldn't say anything? That I would let you off easily?"

Heinz stood in front of her desk and looked down at the shorter woman. He didn't say anything and just squinted at Grace.

Grace was unfazed by his gaze and remained determined.

"Editor Lowe, can you leave us for a while?" Heinz said in a deep voice.

Hermione subconsciously looked at Grace, then at Heinz. She opened her mouth and muttered, "Mr. Jones, what you did was disrespectful and a disgrace to women. I'm sorry, but I can't put Grace in danger." Heinz turned his head and gave her a piercing look, "I want to say a few words to Grace, but I'm afraid that she will be embarrassed if you are present."

Upon hearing this, Grace was stunned. She was sure that Heinz had nothing good to say.

She gritted her teeth as anger filled her eyes, "I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. Editor, do you need any changes to the draft? If not, I'll be heading home."

"No, I don't need any changes." Editor Lowe said, "I've just finished editing it for you, only some minor details."

"Alright then, I'll be going back now." Grace picked up her bag and was ready to go out.

"I'll send you," Hermione took the opportunity to say.

"Okay," Grace did not refuse.

"Lester!" Heinz suddenly shouted.

"Coming! Coming!" Lester said as he hurried in from the outside, followed by Alex. It seemed like he had just arrived. When the two of them came in, they looked at Heinz and said respectfully, "President, is there anything we can do for you?" "Send Editor Lowe back." Heinz ordered in a clipped tone, "Send her to her house safely and come back here."

"Yes," Lester and Alex nodded immediately.

Hermione was shocked and said, "Mr. Jones, you can't get anywhere from being this hasty."

"I can't wait any longer," Heinz replied. He then turned to the two men and uttered coldly, "Lester, Alex, go."

"Yes, President." Lester and Alex stepped forward. One on each side, they held Hermione and brought her out.

Grace trembled with anger. This man was shamelessly breaking the law. The more she tried to reason with him, the more unreasonable he became.

Grace was desperate. She sat on the chair and purposely avoided looking at Heinz. She lowered her eyes nonchalantly, clenched her fists on her sides, and sunk her nails into her hands. Heinz was still standing there, looking at Grace.

Grace and Heinz were the only two people left in the huge newspaper office.

The atmosphere crackled with tension.

Heinz smiled slightly and said, "I wanted to say a few words to you, but you wouldn't listen to me and insisted on pushing it to this point. Come with me, let's relive our memories."

Grace raised her eyes and stared at the man in front of her. Her eyes were impassive as she spoke, "Heinz, are you going to rape me again?"

Heinz's faint smile remained as he answered, "Don't make it sound so unpleasant. I want to hang out with you, I don't want to have fun alone. Besides, you can't resist me either. I'm really looking forward to seeing you lose control of your feelings in front of me."

"You b*stard." Grace's face was flushed red because of what he said.

She finally understood why he wanted Hermione to leave just now. It was because he wanted to say such words.

"Yes, I just wanted to tell you that I can make you lose control," he said flirtatiously and with a faint smile. "But you and Hermione were both too naive. Since you couldn't get my polite hints, I was forced to take drastic measures."

His tone was neither fast nor slow, it was just lackadaisical. However, this made Grace understand that it was a warning.

It was a threat.

He could do anything he wanted unless he deliberately chose not to.

In this whole affair, Grace never had control over her own life.

Heinz was in control. He could make her come and go as he wished, and he could do anything he wanted with her.

As for her, she was helpless. She could only let him do whatever he wanted.

At the realization of this, Grace was broken-hearted.

Seeing Grace's face flush and turn pale intermittently, Heinz didn't feel anxious at all. He smiled slightly, and his voice was very pleasant and magnetic, whimsical almost, "What do you think? Do you want to go home with me?"

Grace didn't say anything. She looked at his handsome face emotionlessly and felt a strong urge to destroy that face of his.

Heinz's eyes were keen and he picked up on her feelings. He smiled and said, "It seems that you're very mad with what I've proposed. If I'm not mistaken, you feel like killing me now?" Grace's eyes widened.

More than anything, she wanted to strip him naked and throw him into the streets, so that he could be humiliated and tortured by the women there.

"Don't you want to admit it?" Heinz raised his eyebrows, walked around the table, and came over, blocking her only chance of escape. Grace could only feel her uneven breathing.

Her face froze and she said in a detached tone, "What is there to admit? I wouldn't commit a crime for your sake, but I genuinely feel like crippling you." "How would you cripple me?" Heinz asked with interest.

"Just like Lorenzo," Grace answered with hatred.

Heinz was silent.

This woman was really ruthless.

He smiled gently, bent down slightly and put his hands on the armrests of her seat, trapping Grace's whole body in it. He kissed her forehead.

Grace froze.

The man stuck out his tongue and drew a circle between her eyebrows.

Grace was stunned for a moment. She shouted in a stiff voice, "F*ck off."

But the next second, he lowered himself and whispered in her ear, "Say one more curse word, and I'll let you feel what you felt earlier again. This time, I can't guarantee that it will finish so soon. Besides, there is a surveillance camera in your office."

He threatened her languidly and Grace's brain went blank. She was caught off guard, and she was even more shocked by the hand he had subseguently placed on her thigh.

A horrible feeling swept over Grace.

She was so bewildered that she couldn't speak.

Heinz waited for a minute before taking a few steps back. He looked at her and asked, "So, what do you say? Be with me again, will you?"