Marshall had a meeting in the morning. As he walked out of the meeting room and headed to his office,
he saw Lucas' door was opened.
But instead of Lucas, Clara came out of it.
That was normal, given that Clara was handling over cooperative matters to Lucas.
Clara seemed to be surprised to see Marshall, too.
She greeted him, "Hi, Marshall."
Marshall nodded and looked over to Lucas. "I've got a document for you. You weren't in your office, so
they asked me to deliver it to you."
Lucas said yes, and then he looked at Clara. "Miss Henderson, this way, please."
He looked at the elevator, which meant he wanted Clara to leave.
Clara hesitated and turned to Lucas. "I'll show myself out, but I need to catch up with Mr. Grant at first."
Marshall had turned over and opened the door of his office.
He must have heard what Clara said, but he wasn't reacting to it at all.
Khalid smiled, "All right, then please help yourself."
Clara nodded and walked to Marshall's office.
Marshall was already sitting behind the desk. He didn't even look at Clara. "What can I do for you?"
With forced lightness, she pulled a chair over and sat down. "I called Mrs. Grant about what in the
hospital last time. It must be a misunderstanding. I am thinking if we should have a meal together as
my compensation for you, despite the discrepancy of our thoughts."
Marshall raised her head slowly and looked at Clara. His face wasn't grim, and it wasn't very kind,
either.
"No need," He rejected.
Clara took a deep breath and said, "Marshall, are you not going to forgive me? I pushed her, which was
wrong, and I've apologized for that, but I wasn't going after Katherin or trying to hurt her. I wasn't!"
Marshall didn't want to get involved in that again because they would never get things straight based
on what she said.
Marshall said, "I'm busy now. See you."
He was shutting her out.
Clara read the hint. She looked at Marshall and kept a calm face, but inside, she was almost losing
control of herself.
She thought she had never done anything evil, and she and Marshall used to get along with each other
well.
They weren't best friends, but at least he was polite to her.
Their relationship had deteriorated fast after the incident in the hospital.
He just kicked her out of his world for seemingly no reason.
Clara pursed her mouth and breathed a few times deeply. Then she said, "Alright then. I'm leaving now
because I also got lots of things to do."
Marshall didn't say a word. He was lowering his head and reading the documents.
Clara was a bit embarrassed. She took a look at Marshall and left.
Clara felt a bit miff when she was out from the Grant Group. At the same time, she felt insecure and
nervous.
Instead of driving away immediately, she took out her phone and made a call.
On the other side of the phone, Frances was surprised. She held her phone for quite a while before
answering.
Clara should be at work at that point in the day. Katherin wondered why Clara had the time to make the
call.
Clara used to be busy, even after work.
She didn't seem busy today.
Frances hesitated and picked up the phone.
Clara sounded cheerful. She asked what Frances was doing.
Frances turned over and looked at Katherin. Katherin was crossing her legs and eating snacks. Then
Frances told Clara that she was watching TV.
Katherin looked at Frances and gave her a thumbs up.
Clara was inviting them to a meal. She asked Frances and Katherin if they had time.
Frances turned over and looked at Katherin again. Katherin nodded.
Frances then hummed and said, "We're available today, but Clara... do you have time? Aren't you busy
lately?"
She still remembered how Clara used her work as an excuse to reject her.
Clara said, "No, not at all. I've been busy for a while, but I have another guy working with me now, or I
would never be able to handle that much."
Frances exclaimed, and she seemed very happy. "That's good. We don't want to delay your work."
Clara gave Frances the time and place to check.
She already had an idea.
Frances hummed and said, "Fine by me."
Clara laughed, "Then please tell Katherin and Marshall about it. I'll be waiting for you in the restaurant
tonight."
Frances said yes and hung up the phone.
She put down her phone. Katherin spilled the nutshells out and said, "I told you she would call us
again. Clara was a very competitive guy."
Maybe it was because of her family. She was born with privileges, so she naturally thought she must
have it all.
Being left behind upset her, no matter how slightly that was.
Therefore, she must be very upset about Katherin "stealing" Marshall away from her.
Frances leaned back in the chair. They were now sitting on the clearing before the main building, eating
snacks and enjoying the sunshine.
There was nothing more comfortable than this.
Frances said, "I was wrong about her. I thought she was noncompetitive and easy-going, but now it
turned out that I've made a mistake."
Katherin asked about the time and place, then she nodded, "Tell Marshall about it. We'll go together
and see what Clara wants."
Frances nodded and didn't say anything.
Old Mrs. Grant came out of the room and looked at the two on the clearing.
Katherin and Frances didn't see her. They were whispering and chuckling.
Old Mrs. Grant smiled, either. Their life would be perfect if they had a child.
Marshall and Khalid came back after work. They didn't feel it troublesome at all.
Katherin and Frances were taking a walk in the garden.
Marshall and Khalid saw them as soon as they got out of the car.
They stopped by the car and looked at Frances. "You've handed your work to Lucas, and so has the
Hendersons. Clara was still in charge of their business, but she had handed over most of it to the
business manager."
Marshall said, "Really? I have no idea. I'd rather stay away from their family when it comes to
business."
Lucas paused and said, "The man you caught... did he crack?"
Marshall turned to Khalid and said, "Yes, but only a little. I'm investigating now, and I feel... it's just my
intuition, that he has something to do with the Hendersons."
Khalid was surprised. He frowned and said, "No way."
They were businessmen, and business people were tactical; however, tactics differed from trickeries.
Even they didn't see each other eye-to-eye, they would at most make things hard for each other in
business; they would never resort to such despicable things.
That wasn't what businessmen would often do.
Marshall thought for a while and said, "It's just my speculation, and I have no proof to prove that the
Hendersons were behind this, but I'll look into it."
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