True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 94

Heinz Jones smiled. "Well, it doesn't really matter."

Grace Smith sensed that there was something that she was not grasping. There must be some hidden subtext in all of this.

"It's obvious from your tone of voice that there's some hidden meaning behind this." She burst out and said.

Heinz Jones smiled. She was intelligent indeed. "Think about it."

She thought carefully. "Marry Smith was not here to meet me, she was here to see you because the profit sharing had gone down from 28 percent to 25 percent. You turned down Marry Smith's plea to reconsider the profit sharing percentage. She saw us together and guessed that we were close, so she was hoping to use this to her advantage. Am I right?"

"Great analysis." Heinz Jones smiled. "You seemed so shrewd and calculative when you are using your reasoning and logic. You really are similar to your sister."

"I don't want to be like her." Grace scowled. She wouldn't plot or scheme, unless it was for self preservation.

She was not malicious or exploitative, but she would not hesitate to fight back if she was messed with.

One needed such strength to survive.

Heinz Jones chuckled in glee.

"You are the conniving one, look at you cackling like a witch." Grace Smith said, she glared at him. "Your eyes are twitching and rolling, like a witch who is trying to brew some strong poison to aid in her scheme."

Heinz Jones did not feel insulted. Instead, he looked at her as though he was humoring her. "Want to make a bet?"

"What?" Grace Smith was astonished. "You are trying to make a bet with me?"

"Yes, in regards to your sister." Heinz Jones said, his expression was akin to that of a predator who found its prey. Stalking silently, he waited for the right moment to pounce.

Grace Smith thought for a moment and asked, "What is the bet?"

"Marry Smith will definitely meet you today and ask for your help to make a plea to adjust Simon Brown's profit ratio either to its original percentage, or raise it even higher."

Grace Smith knew this deep down, but wasn't completely convinced.

"If you win the bet, what do I owe you?" Grace Smith asked directly.

"You will allow me to have 3 minutes of intimacy with you tomorrow morning." Heinz Jones replied.

Grace Smith was taken aback and blushed. "I can't do that..."

"Why not?" Heinz retorted, "It's our first bet, can't you let me set the terms?"

Grace Smith was at a loss for words. "I don't see the benefit on my side."

He smiled. "Why not? Don't you think this bet is meaningful? It's not a gamble without some risks, isn't it?"

"You're spouting nonsense." She refuted.

He leaned forward and asked, "Will you agree to it?"

Grace Smith thought for a moment and asked, "Alright, I accept your terms. But what if you lose the bet?"

"If I lose, I will distance myself from you for 3 days." Heinz Jones said bluntly.

Grace Smith felt that it would be great to avoid contact with him for three days, so she nodded and said, "Okay, agreed."

At that moment Lester returned to report to Heinz Jones. "Mr. President, Mrs. Brown is resting at the lounge downstairs. She had told the receptionist that she is waiting for someone. She is still seated there." Lester said.

"Thank you." Heinz Jones said. "Do take note of her movements."

"Yes, sir." Lester replied.

"You may get back to work." Heinz Jones said.

Lester left.

Heinz Jones walked towards the window and took a deep breath.