True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 81

"An interview with Heinz Jones?" Chuck Dorris asked, he was shocked. His face immediately turned pale. He shook his head and said, "I won't dare to do that. Mr. Jones even taught Director Chen a painful lesson. I'm just a small reporter, I don’t dare to offend him."

"Can you just help me give him a call? It's going to be okay," Grace Smith said. "I promise it's just a phone call. Don't worry. He won't let you interview him anyway." She added.

"But..." Chuck Dorris hesitated.

"Don't hesitate anymore, I'll protect you," She said aggressively. "Don't worry, he won’t bother you."

Chuck Dorris hesitated, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"So, this is what you're going to say," Grace said. She guided Chuck before dialling the number.

Heinz Jones was still staring at the phone. Suddenly, the phone rang. He stood up from the chair and looked down at the phone. It was just a landline calling in. A sense of loss flashed across his excited face.

It wasn't that woman.

Err...

A landline?

After the phone rang for a bit, he picked up the phone. A low male voice came through the receiver, he sounded slightly restrained.

"Who's this?" Heinz Jones asked.

"Hello, Mr. Jones, nice to speak to you," Chuck Dorris said politely. He began stammering when he heard Heinz Jones's voice. "Mr. Mr. Jones, I, I am a reporter from Entertainment Daily. My manager arranged Grace Smith to have an interview with you before this. But, you, you were not happy with it. So, he arranged for me, me to interview you. What do you think? May I know if you have time for the interview?" Chuck asked.

A hint of impatience flashed across Heinz Jones' eyes. He was so proud of himself for already being able to finish listening to this stuttering lowlife.

Obviously, this was all arranged by Grace Smith.

He snorted and narrowed his eyes. This woman was very smart.

She asked her colleague to call and pry on him by masquerading as an interview proposal.

Since she had taken this step, he did not need to be in such a rush.

She would look for him again.

"Mr. ... Mr. Jones?" Chuck Dorris asked. He had not heard Heinz Jones's reply and suspected that he had hung up the phone.

"You'll only be a proper reporter when you learn to untie your tongue," Heinz Jones jeered at Chuck Dorris and hung up the phone immediately.

On the other end of the phone, Chuck Dorris hung up the phone, red faced. He looked at Grace Smith and said, "I, I'm too timid."

Grace sympathized with Chuck very much. In this newspaper office, only Chuck, with his trusty camera on his shoulder, was an relatively nice person.

She smiled at Chuck warmly and said, "It's not that you're a coward, it's just that you're thinking too highly of him."

Chuck Dorris widened his eyes after he listened to her and said, "He, he is almost the richest businessman in Northern City!"

"So what?" Grace Smith didn't care and said, "He's just a fart. Everything will be fine if you think he's a fart."

Chuck Dorris blinked his eyes. After a long while, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I can't do it."

Grace smiled. "I know what you need. I'll treat you to a meal and we can discuss the plan." She said.

Chuck was stunned and said, "Are you sure? I, I'm afraid that Mr. Jones would kill me for that."

"Heinz Jones and I are not what you think," Grace Smith said. "But you can choose not to believe it." Grace Smith added.

Chuck Dorris was stunned and looked at Grace Smith. After a long while, he smiled and said sincerely, "I believe you."

"I really didn't expect that," Grace laughed brightly and said. "No one else believed in me."

"You don't look like a liar," Chuck touched his head and said, "I can see it."

Grace Smith was stunned. She didn’t expect Chuck Dorris would believe in her. She smiled and said, "I'll treat you to a meal as an appreciation for your trust and help. We'll also study for tomorrow's work together."

"We can have a meal, but I'll treat you," Chuck Dorris said. He had his own insistence.

"Fine, I'll treat you next time then," Grace Smith replied.

"Okay," he answered.

After work in the afternoon, Grace called Alice Smith and asked her to pick up her son on her behalf. Then she went for a meal with Chuck Dorris.

When she came out of the newspaper office, she saw a car parked outside. It was not a high-end one, but an ordinary one.

Grace took a glance at it and walked into a nice restaurant near the newspaper office with Chuck Dorris.

They sat down near the window, ordered the dishes, and discussed their work.

At Jones Estate.