It wouldn't be easy for Frances to get her own things straight.
She was as silly as obsessive, which got her stuck in the relationship with Khalid. Her whole life has
collapsed.
But after the past few days, she had spent with Katherine, she had learned quite a lot of things from the
carefree woman, including things she couldn't get over before.
She was fifteen years old, and she should've understood them earlier.
Now she felt embarrassed to live a life like this.
She wondered what the others thought of her in the past.
Marshall looked at Frances and nodded. "OK, got it."
Frances turned upstairs and said, "Don't bring me up when you see your dad."
She knew she had left no good impression on Khalid.
Marshall left and drove to the company.
Peter was already there, waiting in his office.
Seeing Marshall coming over, Peter took out a document and handed it to him. "Take a look."
Marshall took over and read it. "A name list? How did you get this?"
Peter nodded and said, "It was Husky. You introduced him to me. He's now working in that bank to
collect debts for them. The names on this list are all debt collectors and other handymen. He said he
would ask the names of the seniors later."
Marshall took a look at those names. None of them felt familiar. He put down the document and asked,
"Anything else?"
Peter nodded. "Kyra sent me a message, saying that she had hooked up with a man whose brother
was working for the bank. Kyra kept asking, and the man told her that the bank was just a guise. They
have other business under the guise. The man seemed afraid to talk more about it, and he told Kyra
not to ask about anything again. He asked her to keep away from his brother and never to talk about
the bank with his brother."
Peter took a breath and continued, "Kyra said she'll find a chance to get familiar with his brother and..."
Peter handed a photo to Marshall and said, "This is from Kyra. She didn't tell me more and just asked
us to investigate this person."
Marshall's face turned rigid and severe as he took the photo over and looked at the man in it.
Marshall nodded. "Got it. I'll send someone else to do it."
Peter looked at Marshall, "If Kyra really gets to contact the person from the bank, will she be at risk? I
think that may put her in danger."
Marshall sneered, "Don't worry, she's a smart woman. She runs away from danger sooner than
everyone does."
Peter stared at Marshall and changed the subject. "Every time she talked about you, I can feel that her
tone is different... do you really... hum?"
Marshall glanced at Peter. "You should really concentrate more on work instead of gossiping."
Peter chuckled and still didn't give up. "Hey! One more question. I've been wondering about it for so
long. I just can't wait to know the answer."
Marshall looked at Peter impatiently. "Why do you always have so many questions?"
Peter grinned a cheeky smile. He didn't care if Marshal would answer the question or not. He asked,
"Did you and Kyra really do nothing that night? I don't believe you. Men to men, Boss, just tell me the
truth, and I promise I'll never tell anyone else."
Marshall's face turned severe slowly. "Are you into her?"
Peter paused and answered, "No! She's not my type."
Marshall nodded, "Then why do you think she's my type?"
Peter stood there and frowned. He thought about it for quite a while. Then his mouth twitched. "I just
need an answer to my question. Why are you getting me involved in this!"
Katherine swiped her phone for a while and then decided to watch Hector's game clips.
She had missed the latest ones, but she knew Hector was doing as well as always.
He had always been a stable person.
Katherine searched his name on the phone and watched Hector's collection.
To her surprise, Hector didn't seem to be himself.
He was way less vigorous and looked melancholy.
He always sang love songs which were slow and mild. That matched his temperament.
Now all his songs were all sad and broken-hearted as if he had been dumped betrayed.
However, some people seemed to like the change in his style.
His votes and evaluations were higher than before.
The depression on his gentle face made him seem affectionate and aggrieved.
People said they liked the decadent and lonely Hector more than the former gentle one.
Katherine didn't like the change. She wanted his face with a gentle smile.
She turned off her phone after two clips, and then she laid down and sighed.
She knew she would choose Hector anyway, even if she hadn't been pregnant.
She had never had any loving feelings for Hector.
She likes Hector, and that was it. She had no more other feelings.
Katherine laid down for a while and felt a bit annoyed. So she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She had been sleeping well lately. She could fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
She didn't wake up till evening.
Somebody woke her up.
She woke up in a trance and saw Marshall sitting by the bed. She was in a daze, and before she put on
an angry face, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Marshall smiled, "Grandma's downstairs. You want to go down and meet her?"
Katherine nodded and rubbed her face. She sat down slowly and asked, "Why is she here? It's a bit
late."
Marshall touched her hair and answered, "She said she wanted to see you."
Katherine paused and immediately understood. She frowned and stared at Marshall. "You told her?"
Marshall pursed his lips. "I told my dad, and he didn't want to keep secrets from Grandma."
Katherine gritted her teeth. She didn't want to make this public.
Marshall looked happy. "Grandma said she'll visit the monastery and let the masters pick a lucky day
for us."
Katherine looked up at Marshall.
Marshall didn't want to keep her guessing. She said, "We'll see what the best date for us to get that
marriage certificate. We picked our last date too randomly."
Katherine almost laughed out. "You're such a drama queen. Who told you that I'd go get the new
certificate with you? Shame on you!"
Katherine then pushed Marshall away. She washed her face and fixed her hair in the bathroom. Then
she went downstairs alone without looking at Marshall.
The Old Mrs. Grant was sitting downstairs, with Khalid next to her.
Frances was also downstairs. She was sitting a bit further from Old Mrs. Grant.
Darcie served them fruit and tea. Frances was holding a cup and sipping.
It seemed that they hadn't talked much.
Katherine went downstairs slowly. "So good to see you, Mrs. Grant."
Old Mrs. Grant hurriedly turned over and looked at Katherine. She checked her from head to toes, and
finally, her eyes were fixed on Katherine's belly.
She was wearing a big and bright smile. "Slow done. Hold the handrail. Take your time."
Frances put the cup down. "I need to take a walk. I'll leave you guys here so that you can talk."
She got up and tidied her clothes. Then she headed outside.
Old Mrs. Grant hurriedly turned over and looked at Katherine. She checked her from head to toes, and
finally, her eyes were fixed on Katherine's belly.
She was wearing a big and bright smile. "Slow done. Hold the handrail. Take your time."
Frances put the cup down. "I need to take a walk. I'll leave you guys here so that you can talk."
She got up and tidied her clothes. Then she headed outside.
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