True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 92

Marry Smith was taken aback. She quickly shook her head as she said, "I was not informed of this."

Heinz Jones smiled knowingly, with the expression of a satisfied cat catching its prey.

Marry Smith was momentarily dazed, her vision involuntarily strayed towards Grace Smith's desk. She remained motionless, even if there was a glimmer of astonishment in her eyes. "Mr. Jones, can you explain to me the reason?" Marry Smith responded in a polite manner.

"Mrs. Brown." Heinz Jones lowered his voice and said, "We can't allow ourselves to have such high expectations in business matters such as these. A 25 percent profit is sufficient for your company to reap the benefits."

Marry Smith felt a little embarrassed. She smiled valiantly, and made another attempt. "Mr. Jones, it's human nature after all. We will never be satisfied, we will always expect more, isn't that true?" Marry Smith asked.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brown. I have made up my mind in regards to this matter." Heinz Jones replied gravely.

Marry drew a blank, so she simply smiled and stood up. "Alright then, Mr. Jones, I would like to thank you. This profit is still lucrative for our company, and we are grateful forthat." Marry Smith said.

"Mrs. Brown, I'm sorry that you had to take the time to come over today." He said, he then stood up and was ready to send her off.

"No worries." Marry said, and she smiled softly, without a trace of anger. "It was worth it. My sister and I have reunited after all these years. It was a happy occasion for me. Anyway, I won't disturb you anymore I will pick her up after work."

Heinz Jones nodded slightly and said, "Take care."

Marry left.

Ten minutes after Marry left, Grace Smith had yet to return.

Heinz Jones was surprised. How could she be out for so long? Wasn't she aware of the time?

He immediately got up and walked out.

No one was outside.

Employees at the secretary office were busy. Lester came forward to Heinz Jones and said, "Mr. Jones, Miss Smith, she...."

"What happened?" Heinz Jones frowned and asked.

"I saw her exit the office, her eyes were filled with tears, she left...." Lester stopped speaking.

"Where did she go?" Heinz Jones asked.

"To the men's washroom," Lester replied.

Heinz Jones froze. He scrutinized him closely, then asked, "Why didn't you check on her?"

"I did. No response." Lester said meekly. "I did inform the employees in the secretary's office not to enter the men's washroom, and there's also now a maintenance sign hanging on the door." "I see." Heinz Jones replied and walked away.

Lester was left in stride, and did not follow.

After Heinz arrived the men's washroom, he opened the door and walked in.

The men's washroom was grand, and it was built using the finest materials. It was immaculate, clean and cared for like a luxurious hotel washroom.

Heinz Jones glanced around and realized that Grace Smith was in one of the stalls.

Only one of them was closed.

Heinz Jones glanced at the set up of the washroom, didn't she realize that she was in a men's washroom?

She was truly unable to think straight.

She had been upset with her sister, who started a relationship with her ex-boyfriend. After they got married, she left home and never contacted them again.

Sisters turning into enemies over another man, shouldn't they tried to resolve this?

Heinz Jones frowned. He walked leisurely over to one of the urinals and opened his trousers.

At the sound of trickling water, the door suddenly opened.

Stunned in the moment, Heinz Jones quickly pulled up his zipper.

Grace Smith was shocked to see Heinz Jones as he pulled up his pants.

She tried to understand what was happening.

Was she in the men's washroom?

She couldn't help looking at the urinals and the bathroom stalls, all grand and luxurious.

Heinz Jones had readjusted his clothes. He walked to the sink, stretched out his hands, and water came out of the tap automatically. As he washed his hands slowly, he turned back, looking at Grace with raised eyebrows.

"Well, Grace, you are in the men's washroom just to hide from your sister. That's ingenious." Heinz Jones said.

Grace was embarrassed, and she began to blush. She felt the heat coursing through her cheeks, as she was filled with shame.

She tried to be thick skinned and retort, "I came in on purpose."

He glimpsed at her in glee, took a paper towel to wipe his hands, and disposed it in the bin carefully.

'Why would you do that?" He asked. He gave her a teasing smile, he was taunting her.

Grace couldn't think straight. Gazing at Heinz, she felt defensive. "I just wanted to look in the men's washroom, since I don't have a boyfriend." She argued.

Heinz Jones felt his lips twitching. He was amused at the fact that she was still trying to replace excuses to defend herself.

"Since you wanted to take a look at the men's washroom." Heinz Jones continued after a slight pause. "You should leave the door open." Heinz Jones said. Grace Smith was at a loss. She blurted out, "I was using the bathroom just now."

Her eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that she had been crying. Why would she still try to concoct some cock and bull story.

She was so stubborn.

He could tell that Grace Smith hated being seen as weak.

Even if she was devastated, she could not bear to be seen in despair. This woman was a real enigma, and he felt protective of her.

"Alright, how many men have you seen then?" Heinz Jones asked. He raised his eyebrows, trying to tease her.

She knew he didn't believe in the excuses she had came up with. She was annoyed by his cockiness and sarcasm. "Only you," Grace Smith admitted flatly.

Heinz Jones smiled calmly and asked, "Isn't that a Pity?"

"Not at all," Grace Smith replied.

"Alright, why don't you stay here and watch other men in the men's washroom?" Heinz Jones asked, he wanted to break her down, till she admitted the truth. Even if that meant she would be in there for a long time.

Grace froze. Seeing his gloating look, she felt angry. He was doing this on purpose.

She remained silent. She glared at him, tears glistening in her eyes. Tragic was her expression, as though she had endured many hardships.

Heinz Jones looked tense. He gulped, suppressing his emotions.

Was she aware of her own beauty? It was captivating.

Her unyielding beauty.

Beauty from strength of character and overcoming loss, not succumbing to being a victim or being weak.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like embracing her.

Heinz Jones took a deep breath and restrained himself. "So how about it?" He asked.

"Alright, leave me here. I will continue watching other men urinate. I am close to becoming your girlfriend anyway. If your employees saw me spying on them in the men's washroom, they will have a good laugh at you." She pouted and said coyly.