Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Winnie gave Blanca Roach another analysis from various aspects, including the final state of mind of the knife-wielding assailant who pounced on her.

Blanca Roach just listened, feeling that Winnie’s analysis was all right, and was again deeply impressed by Winnie’s powers of observation.

“Blanca, you and Matthew Grant go back, you’re pregnant and have a studio to run, I can’t be bothered with a flesh wound like this.”

Winnie started to urge Blanca Roach to go back, and when she still hesitated, she added, “Also, you must catch that person, there is no guarantee that she won’t come to a dead end, you should listen to Matthew Grant now, it’s safer to stay with him, and don’t go out if there is nothing else.”

“…” Blanca Roach opened her mouth to say something else, feeling that the words were all blocked back by Winnie.

“Go ahead, you’ve said it, you’ll miss it when you’re apart, and I’ll get annoyed with you when we’re in the same room together for a long time.”

Winnie used Blanca Roach’s own words to get Blanca Roach to talk.

“Well, then, make sure you call someone when you go down, don’t stretch and touch, and, later, I’ll have Auntie bring you lunch.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, go ahead.” Winnie smiled lightly, finding Blanca Roach more and more adorable.

Matthew Grant was pacing in the hallway during the meeting when he heard a movement at the door and looked up.

When he saw that it was Blanca Roach coming out, his eyes lit up.

“Let’s go.”

“You’re silly, just standing here all the time.”

Blanca Roach complained and flung herself into Matthew Grant’s arms with a heartfelt look that was really endearing.

Matthew Grant rubbed Blanca Roach’s hair, making it messy on purpose, watching her look up in displeasure, and then straightening it up for her, enjoying the process.

On the way back, Blanca Roach told her and Winnie’s conclusion, which was echoed by Matthew Grant at the same time.

Now that we knew the suspect was Yvonne, the hunt was on.

At nine o’clock that night, Curtis Irwin had a message.

Matthew Grant was in the shower when his cell phone rang and it was answered by Blanca Roach.

“He…” Blanca Roach looked in the direction of the bathroom and said after a pause, “He’s not there, what’s wrong?”

“The …,” Curtis Irwin said, not quite daring.

“Did you get Yvonne?”

“Yeah.” Curtis Irwin affirmed with relief, fortunately Blanca Roach guessed it, otherwise he did not know how to speak for a moment, afraid that mentioning it again would scare Blanca Roach.

“She is now in the police station for interrogation, President White asked if he wanted him to interrogate?”

“Okay, I know, I’ll pass it on to him, let the police ask, I believe there will be no problem, don’t bother Charles White, let him take good care of Selina mother and son.”

“Good, then please tell President Grant, madam.”

Curtis Irwin should down, he also did not dare to say straight, President White trial words, in fact, is to bring up people, may be the kind of torture, to tell the truth will be faster and say more.

“Curtis Irwin.”

“Madam you say.” He thought there was something else he was told to do.

“Actually, I’m not that timid, you don’t have to avoid saying these things in the future, I can take it.”

Blanca Roach’s words made Curtis Irwin slightly embarrassed, then smiled and responded.

“Okay, I got it ma’am.”

Having said that, Curtis Irwin had to do what he had to do.

He hadn’t forgotten Selina’s premature birth in shock, nor Blanca Roach’s fever after yesterday’s incident, and he wouldn’t dare say anything exciting to a pregnant woman.

Matthew Grant came out when he got off the phone.

He was wearing a towel and his short hair was still dripping with water, so Blanca Roach beckoned him to sit down.

Blanca Roach rubs his hair, gently and delicately.

“Curtis Irwin said that Yvonne caught, Charles White asked if he wanted him to interrogate, I gave a refusal, let him go back to take care of Selina.”