Chapter 123 The Terrified Grant

The Uber arrived a minute later.

The driver greeted her with a smile as she got in. “A fancy villa halfway up the mountain.”

Katherine looked outside the window. “You can drive now.”

A fancy villa indeed as it was, it was not an accommodating place to live.

The old lady had report of Katherine’s leave the moment the Uber pressed the pedal.

She watched Mrs. Grand make her call. On the other side, Marshall sounded calm. He had not figured
out the story yet and thought Mrs. Grant was just kicking up some fuss.

Afraid of being accused, Mrs. Grant kept stuttering.

The old lady was annoyed, she wrenched the phone from Mrs. Grant. She told Marshall that Mrs. Grant
and Katherine had a conflict and Katherine had left. she did not tell the details since they were talking
on the phone.

Her voice was thick with concern. “She said she would tell the public about you two before she left. and
she meant to cut clean with our family.”

Marshall rubbed his forehead. “I see.”

The old lady still had something to say but Marshall just hung up the phone.

Mrs. Grant was worried. “What did Marshall say, does he have any solution?”

The old lady glowered at her. “Look what you have done!”

Hurriedly, MRS Grant zipped her month.



This whole thing was indeed her fault.

She had thought about pretending to be unaware of the matter in the beginning.

But she lost control at the sight of Katherine.

But actually, she didn't think she had said anything that went too far.

It’s just a word or two of sarcasm. She did not see how that could make Katherine react so
dramatically.

The old lady had brooded for a moment, and made a call t Khalid.

She told him pretty much every strand of the story and asked him to keep an eye on the media. And
strangle anything adverse to them the second it’s observed.

The public sensation against them would be the last thing they wanted.

Khalid was surprised at the news. “How’d it happen? We had a deal, didn't we?”

The old lady sneered. “Ask your loving wife that question, it’s all her excellent work.”

Beside her, Mrs. Grant’s face had turned red, so had her eyes.

She had never thought that things would be like this.

Khalid let out a sigh. “Alright, I’ll keep an eye on the media, we’ll talk about the specifics later.”

Katherine took the Uber back home.

And the first thing she did was to remove Marshall’s fingerprint.

She walked into the bathroom after she entered her room.



For some queer reason she took another bath.

Having washed herself twice all over, she came out the bathroom in another outfit.

Then she lied down on the bed, and covered herself with the quilt.

Her mind was kind of messy now.

Was she sad?

Sort of was, but sort of was not.

She heard every single word of the conversation Marshall had with his mother.

Thought she had already known the Marshall did not love her.

She still felt uncomfortable to hear it from his mouth.

But it was not to a point to disturb her daily life.

She was just a little frustrated.

Marshall took advantage of her, but showed no feelings for her. It’s just her body that he wanted.

That was indeed really frustrating.

And why did she make such a big show of this?

Partly because of what Mrs. Grant said, and partly because she was still holding some grudge against
the Grant.



Two days of living under the same room, she bet the Grants had known that she had a blunt mouth and
said whatever she wanted to say.

She wanted them to live in dread, she wanted to make them feel like hanging by a thread.

They used to scorn at her, didn't they. Now she made them afraid of her.

She ground her teeth as she thought.

Sooner or later, she would give the Grants another lesson.

She dozed off in her thoughts.

A phone call woke her after a while.

She turned her head to check, it was Marshall.

Son of a bitch.

She did not pick, nor hang it. She just left it there to ring.


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