Chapter 38 The Woman on Beach

Marshall paused, said he knew, and hung up the phone.

Peter looked at his phone, then raised his eyebrows at Katherine, "Did you see that? His intention was
so obvious, he wanted me follow you."

Katherine did not answer, and took big steps trying to keep up with Louie.

She felt that Marshall didn't want to talk nonsense with Peter, so he replied half-hearted.

The taxi that Louie had booked was already waiting at the door.

Peter took the lead and sat directly in the back seat.

Katherine looked and went on the passenger seat.

Louie quietly went to the back also.

But neither of them wanted to talk to each other, and they didn't even look at each other along the way.

Katherine remembered that Louie had said she was his girlfriend.

But come to think of it, he knew his words had no credibility.

Looked at him now, he didn't have the attitude of a boyfriend at all.

Louie had planned the route and drove directly towards Gallagher Bay.

Katherine didn't ask where were they heading to, just looked out of the window.

Although they head out early, but when they came close to the destination, they could see that the
place was already jam-packet with people from far away.



Katherine stared outside the window and then asked, "Where are we going?"

Louie hurriedly said, "The scenic spot here, the Ends of the Earth, is very famous. You may not have
been here before, so I wanted to show you."

He completely ignored Peter.

Peter sullenly took out his phone and sent a message to Marshall.

Marshall just woke up and was getting dressed.

He picked up his phone beside the bed and gave a quick glance at it.

Peter typed a sentence to Marshall, “That man wanted to take your ex-wife to see the Ends of the
Earth.”

Marshall deleted the message directly with an impatient look.

After he was all packed up, left the room and went to the hotel restaurant.

When he got in, the phone rang immediately.

He looked at the phone number, but didn't answer it.

He didn't haggle over what happened at the banquet yesterday, but those people had the gall to call
him back.

He ordered a meal. Halfway through the meal, a woman entered the restaurant.

She wore a floral dress and a small straw hat, looked summer-ish.

Marshall noticed her the minute she walked in, but he didn't make any response.



There were very few people in the restaurant, and she quickly saw Marshall.

She hesitated for a while before coming over.

When she walked near Marshall, she smiled perfectly, "Mr. Grant."

Marshall seemed not to hear it, and went on eating.

The woman licked her lips and then said, "I called you just now, but you didn't answer it."

Marshall stopped, first he took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, then he leaned on the chair and
watched her silently.

The woman did not dare to sit down hastily.

She continued to smile and said, "Mr. Grant, the banquet last night, we only said few words to each
other and you just disappeared. Mr. Thompson was looking everywhere for you, but you didn't answer
the call. We were worried about you."

Marshall sneered and asked, "What are you worrying about? Are you afraid that I will do indecent
things when the drug kicks in?"

The woman smiled reluctantly, "What do you mean by this? I don't understand."

Marshall folded his arm and said, "You know what I meant. I don't like beating around the bushes. It
seems that Mr. Thompson has no plans to cooperate, so we don’t have to waste each other's time."

The woman was stunned after hearing what Marshall just said. She wanted to grab Marshall’s arm, but
she immediately retracted her hand and said, "Mr. Grant, you misunderstood. Mr. Thompson has a
clear intention to cooperate with you. For this, our company has done a lot preparations during the
early stages, swear.”



She really panicked. It didn’t seem like she was pretending.

Marshall looked at her curiously, "I went to get the wine myself. What’s odd of getting the problematic
one? So how does Mr. Thompson manage to do it?"

Marshall continued, "I remember you also had a drink at that time."

She hesitated and nodded, still looking innocent, "There was no problem with my wine, so I really don't
understand what you are talking about."

Marshall smiled and lost all his appetite.

He stood up slowly, "Okay, you can say whatever you like."

Marshall stood up acted like he was going to leave.

The woman panicked, this time she hurriedly grabbed his arm, "Mr. Grant, Mr. Grant.”


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