Nerissa folded her arms and looked at me with her alluring eyes. She continued, "Valerie has climbed so high in the ranks over the past few years. Hence, many illicit things have happened in private, and I happen to have proof with me. Don't you think it'll be quicker if you surrender the proof to the Moore family instead of investigating it by yourself?"
I couldn't help frowning and ask, "Why are you helping me?"
She laughed and replied, "The baby you're carrying in your belly is my grandnephew. Isn't that enough of a reason?"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but sneer. "This has been going on for at least three months. You must have known about it for a long time, but you're only telling me this now. Do you think I will believe that you are doing it for your so-called grandnephew?"
Things didn't add up!
Nerissa gazed at me while smiling leisurely. She then said, "I suddenly understand why my father let a woman from a lowly family like yours marry Hendrix. Although you're somewhat stupid, you still have a brain."
I narrowed my eyes. That was a backhanded compliment if I ever heard one.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, subconsciously glancing down at my watch.
"I want you to talk to Charles and get people to stop investigating the Granger family's matters!" She leaned against the wine cabinet at the side, her posture relaxed.
Stop investigating the Granger family? Was that so she could smoothly take over the Granger Group and become the chairwoman?
Without Irvin, no one other than Nerissa could lay a hand on the massive Granger Group.
With a faint smile, I said to her calmly, "Madam Roberts, I think we should find some time to sit down and discuss this properly. It's very sloppy to take care of this matter with just a few words. Oh right, I have an appointment to attend to in a while. Let's talk another day."
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