Chapter 115


    "Bang-"


    Heinz Jones mmed a heavy blow on Simon Brown''s face.


    Heinz pounced on Simon like a furious panther and didn''t give Simon any chance to fight back.


    He grabbed Simon''s cor and punched him hard again.


    Grace Smith was frightened.


    Every blow from Heinz was pretty hard, his fist swung in the air, forming a beautiful arc and directly


    Simon was no match for him at all.


    Heinz''s face was tense. It was full of coldness and anger. He was really angry. He punched Simon six


    or seven times and none of his punches missed Simon''s face.


    "Stop fighting." Seeing that Heinz was really angry, Grace was so scared that she immediately stopped


    him. She said, "Mr. Jones, don''t fight anymore. Don''t!"


    Heinz ignored herpletely.


    Grace saw that she couldn''t hold Heinz back. His posture was sharp and cool, and he exuded an


    awesome yet dangerous aura.


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    "Mr. Jones, if you continue to punch him, he will die." Grace could only rush over and grab Heinz''s


    hand.


    She was almost dragged down by his force.


    Heinz suddenly froze and turned to look at her with a frown.


    "Stop fighting." Grace shook her head at him.


    "You still want to defend him even though he nders you?" Heinz was about to explode.


    "I am not defending him." Grace shook her head. "I don''t think it''s necessary to get angry with him. A


    man who can''t afford to lose is not worthy to dirty your hands with.''1


    Heinz was stunned, and a glimmer of light shed in his eyes, which locked onto Grace''s eyes.


    She shook her head seriously again, and the sincerity in her eyes was obvious.


    Heinz finally let go of Simon.


    His face was already red and swollen, and there were blood streaks at the corners of his mouth.


    Heinz looked at him and said condescendingly, "You don''t need to judge what kind of person Grace is.


    You don''t qualify to."


    The corners of Simon''s lips twitched strangely. He said in a very inconspicuous manner, "Hmph."


    He was still like that, not knowing how to repent at all.


    Grace looked at him with coldness in her eyes. She enunciated carefully, "Simon, I don''t know what


    sinister thoughts you have, but I''m really surprised by your character.


    I haven''t seen you for five years. I don''t know whether you were originally so twisted or you have


    changed after five years.


    The dark side of human nature is so infectious, that it surprises me.


    Looking at you like this, I am very d that the person who married you was not me.


    In addition, you and I never had anything to do with each other. Even if I am promiscuous, it has


    nothing to do with you." She finished.


    Every word was said slowly and reached Simon''s ears with a forceful pain.


    He narrowed his eyes, snorted, turned around and left.


    Grace looked at Heinz and said, "Mr. Jones, thank you for standing up for me."


    Heinz frowned, "You don''t get upset about his words. It''s nder."


    "I won''t." Grace looked at Heinz and whispered, "He''s actually right."


    Heinz''s eyes shed with distress and shock.


    "I''m not an innocent virgin at all, but I don''t feel that I owe anyone this exnation." She smiled bitterly


    and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Jones."


    The moment she finished, she turned and left.


    She did not feel sorry for this at all. She only felt sorry for Little Gary and her other son who was


    supposedly dead. Others had nothing to do with her.


    Therefore, she did not think that she was inferior to others.


    Looking at her retreating back, Heinz frowned and didn''te to himself for a long time.


    Grace walked to the main road, reached out to hail a taxi, and left.


    In the newspaper office.


    As soon as Grace arrived at the entrance, she heard someone calling her name.


    "Grace! Grace!”


    She was stunned and felt that the voice was very familiar. She turned around and saw Jensen standing


    next to a ck car with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.


    Grace frowned.


    Jensen''s ck eyes locked on to hers. He looked at her from a distance and soon walked towards her.


    When he got closer, Grace found that it was a bouquet of pink roses, dainty and romantic, surrounded


    by little violet buds. It was wrappedvishly.


    There were around a total of 33 stems.


    Grace had worked part-time in a florist before, so she couldprehend immediately. These flowers


    carried a significant meaning:


    "As fate would have it, out of all the beautiful flowers, I only search for your beautiful face."


    She was stunned for a while and frowned even harder.


    Jensen came up to her and said, "Grace, this is for you."


    Grace frowned and said, "Officer Charm, why did you give me flowers?"


    "Let''s have a meal together," Jensen said, "I want to talk to you about what we talked about in the


    morning."


    "I have already handed over the project from the morning to the editor. I will contact you after the draft


    is confirmed." Grace said.


    "It''s not about that," Jensen said in a low voice.


    Grace was stunned, she knew what he wanted to say.


    "About what happened in the tents at the Alpine Resort." Jensen stared at Grace''s eyes and said, "You


    know, I don''t want to be an irresponsible man."


    Grace was stunned and widened her big eyes. Looking at the man in front of her, she didn''t know


    whether tough or cry.


    "Officer Charm, don''t you think it''s too abrupt?" Grace said.


    Jensen nodded. "That''s a little abrupt, but at least now there is a chance that you were the one who


    had sex with me. Since I know this, I can''t let you go."


    Grace was speechless again.


    "Officer Charm, you are so kind. If you had sex with countless women, will you find all these women


    and send them flowers to show you''re responsible?"


    "No." Jensen shook his head and said, "I think you are the one only who had sex with me, it cannot be


    anyone else!"


    "Who says that?" Grace immediately retorted, "Impossible."


    "The words you said to me today immediately reminded me of a lot of things," Jensen said, "I''ve got


    someone to check it out to look for the person who rented the tent that day. It won''t take long to find the


    records and send them back to me. I''ll know if you were there, that night."


    "Did he actually check the rental records?" Grace thought.


    She was stunned.


    Grace knew that he could indeed, easily check the records if he wanted to. And she knew, the tent


    rental was indeed under her name. She rented two tents, one was under her name, and the other was


    under Simon''s name.


    Just then, Jensen''s phone rang.


    He took a look at the phone and gave the flowers to Grace. Then he showed the phone and said to


    Grace, "Here we are."


    As he spoke, he answered the phone.


    He put it on speaker.


    A voice came from the other side of the phone. "Bro, I checked and found out that there was indeed a


    girl named Grace Smith who had rented a tent. Her ID card showed that she had rented two tents with


    another man, and the tents were ced next to each other."


    "Okay, I see," he said.


    Jensen hung up the phone and looked at Grace. He spread out his hands and said, "Look, you were


    there! And you rented a tent!"