Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca left the hotel in a wrathful flurry, took a taxi, and spat, “The Empire Group Building, hurry up!”

She looked like she was about to get into a firefight.

The taxi driver stepped on it and sped Blanca there. She paid in a hurry, and then walked into the brightly lit lobby of the Empire Group.

Taking out her phone, she was about to send a text back when a handsome fellow in a suit came up in front of her. “Hello. Are you Miss Roach?”

Blanca nodded. With a man this polite, she couldn’t throw a tantrum. She just asked coldly, “Where’s my necklace?”

The man smiled at her, his tones polite and respectful. “You’ve misunderstood, Miss Roach. Mr. Grant is the one looking for you. I’m just his assistant Curtis Irwin. You can call me Curtis from now on. Please follow me.”

From now on?

Blanca only wanted her pendant back. She wasn’t expecting any “from now on.”

Curtis the assistant brought Blanca to the foot of the elevator, and they took it to the eighth floor, outside the chairman’s office.

He knocked, and a low, charged male voice rang out from inside. “Come in.”

Curtis opened the door for Blanca, and politely motioned for her to go in. He stayed outside himself.

The doors to the office finally closed, and Blanca stood inside the spacious office, looking at the man behind the desk.

He was in a deep blue, hand-tailored suit, a vest of the same color, a clean white shirt, and striped tie.

This guy had money and status, and he could easily have bought any jewelry he wanted. What was with him targeting her for a little jade pendant?

The man looked up with a hawkish gaze at Blanca, snapping the document in his hands shut.

She looked back at the ice-carved man before her, with a high nose, clear and chilly eyes. Quite cool.

So she did that with this man last night, then…NôvelDrama.Org content.

Fine, Blanca admitted that she was somewhat satisfied that he wasn’t just some greasy ugly rando.

Then more details about last night came rushing into her head, and her face started burning. She wanted to find a hold in the ground, crawl into it and die.

“Where did you get this pendant?” The man held the necklace in his hands, getting straight to the point.

“Why would I tell you? Why would you even ask?”

“I just want to know how you got something this precious. Did you steal it?” The man looked derisively at her.

That struck a nerve with Blanca.

The one thing she hated most was someone called her a thief!

“Don’t insult me. I’ve had that necklace my whole life.” With that, she took two steps forward, about to snatch it back from him.

The man gripped the pendant tight in his hand. “Before I confirm that you didn’t steal it, I can’t give it to you.”

“You son of a…” Blanca’s face went red with anger, but she settled herself soon enough. “I have recorded everything that happened last night. You’d better give it to me quick, or I’ll send the video out. Someone with your status wouldn’t want that sort of scandal going around, right?”

The man chuckled. So she could negotiate.

He took a bundle of business cards from his table and tossed it before her. “These are the contact information for all sorts of major tabloid news websites. If you really have something you want to expose, you’d best do it now.”

Blanca narrowed her eyes. He wasn’t intimidated?

Seems like he did not believe she would have anything on her, and even if she did, she wouldn’t have the guts to expose it.

Then he was dead wrong.

Blanca chuckled, took out the phone, and tapped on the video of them in the hotel.