True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

His woman?

"No, you're wrong..." Grace hurriedly explained. She wanted to say that there was a misunderstanding, but Heinz suddenly tightened his grip on her waist. Immediately, Grace was scared and forgot what she said.

Because Heinz was threatening Grace.

"When did this man turn out to be... Uh, can't judge a man by his looks."

Cindy narrowed her eyes, and there was a sharp light flashing in her eyes. She snorted and stared at Grace with her sharp eyes, but she scoffed, "Heinz, can't wait? Go to a hotel. It's not comfortable here." Grace was anxious, but she was constrained by Heinz's strength.

Heinz blinked his sharp eyes at Cindy and said coldly, "Have you seen enough?"

Cindy was stunned and pursed her lips. "Yo, why are you so angry? Well, I won't disturb you anymore. Go on. But I really suggest going to the hotel. There are too many people here."

After Cindy finished her words, she gave a meaningful smile, with deep jealousy hidden in her eyes. Then she turned around and left.

The door was closed again.

"Nuts." Grace was so angry that she bent her legs and aimed at Heinz.

"Hmm..." Heinz let out a muffled groan.

Grace finally broke free. She immediately took a step back and could not help cursing, "B*stard, are you addicted to taking advantage of me?" Because of anger and shame, her face flushed.

The veins on Heinz's forehead bulged due to the pain. He stared at the little face in front of him. When the light was on, he could see everything clearly.

Heinz saw the face in front of him, delicate, vivid, and clean. The most important thing was her plain face.

Few women would not attend banquets without makeup.

Grace was the only one.

Grace packed up her things and saw that the man did not say anything. She suddenly looked up and glared at Heinz.

Under the light, when her bright eyes were on the upper hand, Grace froze.

"Oh my God, they look the same!"

The man in front of Grace looked so similar to her five-year-old son.

His face was angular, with sword-shaped eyebrows, deep eyes, straight nose, and even lips of the same shape.

Grace's five-year-old son, Gary Smith, was just a miniature version of this man.

She suddenly felt guilty and confused. After being stunned for a while, she suddenly came to her senses and dared not look at the man's face again. She quickly turned around and left. Grace ran to the exit of the banquet hall and bumped into Cindy.

Cindy squinted and smiled at Grace.

Grace was stunned. Thinking of the misunderstanding between her and the man just now, she immediately explained, "Miss White, you misunderstood. I don't know Mr. Jones." Obviously, Cindy didn't believe it. She covered her mouth with a smile, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Stop pretending. Miss. You should be grateful. I don't buy it."

Grace was stunned. She frowned and said with a self-mocking smile, "Well, it's my fault. Why should I explain it to you? You are not related to Mr. Jones."

Cindy's face froze and she was a little embarrassed. In her opinion, Grace was humiliating her. Cindy smiled coldly and said, "Miss, I am indeed not related to Mr. Jones. I'm afraid that in this world, there was no woman who is qualified to be Mr. Jones's woman."

What Cindy meant was that Grace was even more impossible.

Grace naturally understood what Cindy meant.

She looked at Cindy's aggressive eyes, which were so sharp.

Then Grace smiled and said, "Miss White, I actually like your films very much. I hope you can be better."

From the bottom of her heart, Grace really hoped that a leading actress could think about acting better instead of thinking about how to capture a man's heart.

Cindy's act in front of Heinz was too disappointing.

Cindy frowned and said with a sharp tone, "You don't have to remind me."

Seeing that Cindy was defensive, Grace put the bag on her back, nodded slightly, and left quickly.

The assistant next to Cindy stepped forward and said, "Miss—"

"Find out who this woman is," Cindy ordered.

"Yes." The assistant replied.