nca Roach nodded and sat up from the couch with a serious tone.


    “Yes, or else there’s someone else behind it.”


    “If you want to look into it, I’ll have someone get her back again just as soon as you want.”


    “It’s not just that.” nca Roach frowned, “Since Maryann was able to blend into theunch that day, it proves that she must know someone in the studio.”


    Hearing these words, Matthew Grant’s face also became deeper and deeper, holding nca Roach’s hand into the palm of his hand.


    “Don’t worry, it always reveals itself, or create an opportunity for that person to reveal themselves.”


    “What does President Grant have in mind?”


    “The idea now is how I can get mydy to go to dinner with me properly.”


    nca Roach deted and narrowed her eyes in scorn.


    “President Grant you can’t, why are you only saying half the words.”


    Matthew Grantughed teasingly and took her directly into his arms, lowering his voice in her ear.


    “If I can do it or not, madam should know best.”


    “Who, who said that to you …,” nca Roach suddenly blushed and stammered a little, “I, I mean how to catch the spy out.”


    “Catching it out is a matter of time, but the most important thing now is to eat.”


    The two walked to the table, nca Roach ate her meal, but her heart was still preupied with the events of the day, and she ate distractedly.


    Both the model and Elizabeth Harris’ attitude were enough to bother her.


    So just after dinner, she rushed upstairs in her slippers and got into the bathroom.


    For her, a bath was a good way to get rid of her worries, and every time she took a bath, she could rx a lot.


    When Matthew Grant finished some paperwork in the study, he entered the bedroom and saw someone sitting on the bed.


    He hooked a smile and sat on the side of the bed.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “Madame washed up so quickly waiting for me to return.”


    “Who’s waiting for you.” nca Roach pouted and moved to the side with her hand propped up on the bed, “I was thinking about things.”


    “Oh, so that’s it, so what was Madame thinking about?”


    Matthew Grant leaned over to her, his voice slightly husky as he looked down at her.


    He had noticed the little woman’s distractedness during the meal just now, but she had run away quickly before giving him the chance to ask.


    This time there must be time to ask, otherwise who knows where she will go around on her own.


    Maybe she wille back to himter to question him.


    nca Roach leaned over Matthew Grant’s shoulder, her frown deepening as she stared out the window and asked.


    “Do you know that Elizabeth Harris is back?”


    “Yes.”


    She didn’t expect Matthew Grant to be so direct, to say frankly that he knew Elizabeth Harris was back.


    A hint of teasing crossed her eyes, and she deliberately exaggerated her tone, pointing her finger at Matthew Grant.


    “Well, you knew Elizabeth Harris was back and you didn’t tell me.”


    “Wouldn’t it be better if you knew yourself?”


    Matthew Grant sped her pointing hand into his palm and patiently exined.


    “I don’t want all your news toe from me, and you deserve to have your own life, and besides, you two need to work things out for yourselves.”


    The words spoke to nca Roach’s heart and she couldn’t help but let out a giggle as she rolled over and flung herself into his Matthew Grant arms.


    Looking up at him, she bent her eyes with a smile.


    “Looks like I have a good husband.”


    “Good for you to know.”


    Matthew Grant’s eyes deepened, wrapped his arms around the side of her waist and pinned her underneath, his tone ambiguous.


    “Then want to verify that your good husband is okay or not …”