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True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 126

The next day at work.

As soon as Grace Smith entered the newspaper office, someone immediately called out to her, "Grace, Editor Lowe is looking for you."

"I'm coming." Grace put down her bag and went to the editor's room.

After knocking on the door and entering, she saw Hermione Lowe reading a copy of a draft in her hand.

As soon as Hermione saw Grace coming in, she immediately looked up at her and said, "Grace, I have printed your draft and proofread it. If there is no issue, it will be released tomorrow."

Grace walked over and took a look at the manuscript, there were no changes.

"Editor Lowe, let me send it to Mr. Jones to let him have a look. I have made a promise before that he can read the draft before it published," Grace said.

"Sure, you can take it to him," Hermione said, "Take a taxi to the Jones Estate."

"No, I'll just send him a message," Grace said with a smile.

Hermione was a little surprised. She looked at Grace and said, "Maybe Mr. Jones won't let you treat him in such a perfunctory way. Perhaps he'll still ask you to go to his office. I'll give you the morning off. If he insists on you sending the draft there, you can go there in person. You don't have to report to me."

Grace was stunned. She didn't expect that Hermione would think so.

She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try."

Maybe there was no need to make a trip.

She felt guilty when she thought of what almost happened yesterday, how embarrassing it would be for her to meet the same man today when they had tried to be intimate yesterday.

There was no need for them to meet.

When she returned to her seat, she divided her manuscripts into several messages and sent them to Heinz Jones.

Since she didn't know Heinz's email, she could only send it via text message.

"Beep beep." A few messages were sent to him.

Heinz was sitting in the bright President's office, frowning. The window was open, but there was still a stinky smell in the room.

It was all the fault of that blue cheese. He was a person who couldn't smell even a single bit of odor, so he was standing here and frowning now.

He looked up at the place where Grace had sat before. Now there were no desks and chairs left.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was something missing there. Although the floor was polished bright, but he still felt that the smell was very heavy. The most important thing was that he felt a strange awkwardness no matter how he

looked at it.

He frowned more tightly.

As soon as the phone rang, several messages came in succession. He caught them and looked at them. When he saw the information, his eyes suddenly lit up. He sat up straight and his lips curved unconsciously.

When he opened the message and read the contents, he frowned again.

He put the phone on the table, thinking to himself before he dialed Grace's number.

As soon as Grace saw the caller ID she immediately had a bad feeling.

She suppressed for a while and then picked it up. She said seriously, "Hello, this is Grace Smith."

"Of course I know you're Grace Smith," When Heinz heard the voice, he roared in an instant, "Do you think I am calling a robot instead?"

Grace moved the phone away in an instant, keeping it away from her ears.

After a few seconds, she pulled it back and said, "Why are you making such a ruckus early in the morning?"

"You just sent me a few messages. Are they your drafts?" Heinz asked in a deep voice.

Grace took a deep breath and said, "I don't have your email, I'll send it to you via email if you want. Or we can use WhatsApp if you prefer."

"WhatsApp?" Heinz frowned.

"Yes." Grace nodded. "It's convenient and fast."

Heinz didn't say a word.

After hesitating for a while, Grace suddenly saw a flash of light in her mind and said in a low voice, "Don't tell me that you don't use WhatsApp, do you?"

Heinz remained silent.

Grace immediately laughed and said, "What year is this? Don't tell me that you're an old fogey who doesn't know how to use WhatsApp."


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