Chapter 181 Mr. And Mrs. Grant Visits

With the terms that the Bennett offered, Katherine would get the worst of it if she went.

The Bennetts are tough to get along with.

Her life would be rather peaceful if she were as meek as she used to have been.

But now that she got an explosive temper. Neither her life nor the Bennett’s would be comfortable.

Marshall had stood for a while, then he tossed the cigarette and returned to the house.

He walked pass Katherine’s room as he headed for his.

Involuntarily, he stopped to listen to what might be going on in the room.

But he heard nothing.

He forgot that the house had incorporated material with excellent sound insulation.

So no matter what sound Katherine might make, he would not hear.

Helplessly, Marshall returned to his room.

He closed the curtains when he entered, and then lied flat on the bed.

He was not sleepy at all but did not know what to do.

He rolled over on the bed, and then his phone aside rang.

It was Peter.

So he picked it.



Peter told him that they had contacted the hotel in Asela Island, who informed that they had covered
public areas with surveillance cameras.

And that he had the surveillance tape of what happened outside Marshall’s room in hand along with
some check-in data.

This information would be enough to cease the commotion on the Internet.

But the news didn't cheer Marshall so much.

He just told Peter that he knew in a plain tone.

Peter then asked if he’s feeling uncomfortable.

Marshall denied it.

But now he did not really know whether he’s feeling uncomfortable or not.

He felt messy inside, all kinds of odd feelings were surging up.

Peter continued, “Mr. Grant just came, said he had some files for you, but left when told you were not
here.”

It was Lucas Grant that Peter was talking about.

His visit was not so much a big deal, Marshall did not know why Peter cared to mention it.

Marshall didn't say anything.

Peter waited, but to no avail. So stubbornly he added. “When he left your office, he said, ‘no wonder I
couldn't find Katherine today’, I don't know what he meant.”



Marshall frowned, and then smiled. “Alright, I see, go mind your business.”

He laughed out scornfully after he hung the phone.

He rolled over to face the door, and talked to himself. “Katherine, I did underestimate you.”

Before was Hector, and now Lucas.

Good for you.

Mrs. Grant used to say that no one would marry one like Katherine if Marshall’s grandfather didn’t
make him do.

Her conclusion was based on Katherine’s family background.

But look at Lucas, he knew about Katherine. And still, he chased Katherine.

Marshall was getting a little drowsy after lying for a while.

So he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Maybe all those strange thoughts in his mind would be gone when he woke up.

He had a dozy sleep, and it was quite a long one.

The sky was darkening when he opened his eyes.

He exited his room.

As he reached the stairs, he found the light in the kitchen downstairs on.

And some sound was coming out of it.



Most likely, Katherine was cooking.

Marshall went downstairs after a few thoughts.

He saw Katherine cooking when he walked to the sofa.

Wearing an apron, she wound up her hair, looking like a professional cook.

The doorbell rang as Marshall tried to walk up to her.

He paused, and then turned his head around.

Through the window beside the door, he could see there were people in the yard.

His parents were standing in front the door right now.

Hurriedly, Marshall scurried to open the door.

Khalid looked calm, while Mrs. Grant looked utterly reluctant.

Most likely, Katherine was cooking.

Marshall went downstairs after a few thoughts.

He saw Katherine cooking when he walked to the sofa.

Wearing an apron, she wound up her hair, looking like a professional cook.

The doorbell rang as Marshall tried to walk up to her.

He paused, and then turned his head around.

Through the window beside the door, he could see there were people in the yard.
His parents were standing in front the door right now.

Hurriedly, Marshall scurried to open the door.

Khalid looked calm, while Mrs. Grant looked utterly reluctant.



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