Chapter 408 A Poor Judge of Character


    On the other hand, Mrs. Grant went to the Grant’s Group and happened to see Petering out. She


    walked up to him immediately. "Peter, hold on!"


    Peter was making for the car, but stopped upon hearing Mrs. Grant calling him. He was shocked to see


    her. "It’s you. What’s wrong?"


    Mrs. Grant smiled and said, "Isn’t Marshall in thepany? He hasn’t answered my calls for days. I’ve


    been waiting here for a while, but haven’t seen himing out."


    Peter replied, "Mr. Grant isn’t here. He’s away and it has been days. Probably the signal is so poor over


    there that he has missed your calls."


    Mrs. Grant frowned. "Away? On a business trip? Where could it be that has such a bad signal?"


    Peter didn’t know whether he should tell the truth or not, but he was aware that Mrs. Grant was not a


    fan of Katherine. Peter wondered if she would get angry if he told her Marshall was away to look for


    Katherine.


    He hemmed and hawed before replying, "I don’t know where he has gone exactly, but it’s not a


    business trip, but a personal one, so Mr. Grant didn’t tell me the details, nor did I ask."


    Mrs. Grant stared at Peter in astonishment. "A personal trip? What personal trip could he have?"


    Peter gave a dryugh and replied, "Well, I don’t know about that."


    Mrs. Grant nodded. "Well, fine. You may go home now, and I’ll make another call to him."


    Peter bowed his head at her and left.


    Mrs. Grant, however, didn’t call Marshall, but stayed where she was, thought for a while and stopped a


    taxi, rushing to Katherine’s shop.


    There was only Margaret when Mrs. Grant arrived. Since there weren’t many customers, Mrs. Grant


    simply walked straight in.


    "Wee!" Hardly had Margaret greeted Mrs. Grant than she saw her clearly, stunned. "It’s you, Mrs.


    Grant."


    Mrs. Grant looked around and replied, "Yeah. Where’s Katherine? Why isn’t she here?"


    Margaret replied after some consideration, "Katherine has been busytely, so she didn’te today."


    Mrs. Grant nced at Margaret out of the corner of her eye in an unconsciously contemptuous way.


    "Did she tell you why she didn’te? Or, hasn’t shee for days?"


    Margaret thought a moment and answered her, "No, she didn’t tell me, and she hasn’te for days.


    After all, she’s my boss. I’m not in the position to ask her why she hasn’te."


    After some time, Mrs. Grant kept on asking, "Have you called Katherine before? Have you asked


    where she has been?"


    Margaret shook her head. "No, I haven’t. I work for her, and it’s inappropriate for me to ask her about


    that."


    Mrs. Grant looked sullen because she got nothing from Margaret, which meant, she had made this trip


    for nothing. Therefore, she thought for a while and left.


    Margaret sent a text message to Katherine after some consideration before she put the phone down


    and took a deep breath.


    The moment Mrs. Grant went out of the shop, she received a call from ra, who asked in a sweet


    voice, "Mrs. Grant, are you busy now?"


    Mrs. Grant naturally gave a negative answer.


    After that, ra invited Mrs. Grant to dinner, saying that it had been days since they hadst met. Mrs.


    Grant thought for a moment and said yes. The two of them agreed to meet up in a restaurant, and Mrs.


    Grant took a walk along the road before stopping a taxi.


    When she arrived, ra was reading the menu in a box. She smiled at the sight of Mrs. Grant. "Mrs.


    Grant, what would you like to eat?"


    Mrs. Grant waved her hand. "Don’t bother. I’ll have whatever you have."


    ra moved her eyes back to the menu immediately, while Mrs. Grant watched her for a while before


    she looked back.


    ra ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to the waitress. When the waitress left, Mrs. Grant


    heaved a loud sigh.


    ra was surprised to see that. "Mrs. Grant, what happened? You don’t seem happy."


    Mrs. Grant replied, "You’re right. Marshall hasn’t answered my calls recently."


    Mrs. Grant’s reply dumbfounded ra. "But why? Did you have a fight?"


    Mrs. Grant let out a sigh. "What else could it be? We fought over Katherine. I don’t like her, and said


    something about her. This brat got mad and turned his back on me. It’s already been days."


    ra pressed her lips together, not knowing what to say for a moment.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Mrs. Grant clicked her tongue and continued, "That Katherine seemed to have cast a spell upon


    Marshall. He doesn’t even want his mother anymore."


    ra remained silent.


    Mrs. Grant waved her hands. "Well, enough of that, or I’ll get mad again. I reckon this brat has blocked


    me, or he wouldn’t have missed all my calls."


    ra chuckled. "He will be alright in a few days."


    Mrs. Grant nodded. "I hope so."


    ra hadn’t contacted Marshall recently either since she was busy with her family business. Besides,


    Old Mr. Henderson asked her to take it easy because as a girl, it was not to her advantage if she kept


    approaching Marshall on her own initiative, no matter in her professional or personal life. ra agreed


    with him, so she decided to distance herself from Marshall for a few days. Therefore, she had heard


    nothing from himtely.


    ra had intended to get some information on Marshall from Mrs. Grant at first, but now it turned out


    she had made this trip in vain. Mrs. Grant mentioned nothing of Marshall again during the meal, but


    talked about her recent life. ra, nheless, wasn’t interested in it at all, so she just went along with


    Mrs. Grant absent-mindedly.


    Mrs. Grant took a sip of the juice and looked at ra with a smile. Atst, she paid the bill.


    Seeing that, ra chimed in at once, "Mrs. Grant, we agreed that I would be paying the bill."


    Mrs. Grant replied with a smile, "It’s alright. It’s just a meal, after all."


    It was still pretty early after the two finished their dinner, and usually, Mrs. Grant would ask ra to go


    shopping with her. ra was not in the mood, so she was nning secretly how to decline her, but at


    this point, Mrs. Grant said first, "Now I feel a little tired and I’m going home now. I’m not young


    anymore, and I can’t hang out like I used to."


    ra breathed a sigh of relief. "Well fine, Mrs. Grant. It’s gettingte, and it’d be better for you to go to


    bed early. Let’s hang out together next time."


    Mrs. Grant nodded and stopped a taxi. She got into the car, told the driver the address and left without


    ncing at ra.


    Meanwhile, ra didn’t notice it at all. Hardly had the car left than she wiped that perfunctory smile off


    her face. She was still shocked by the fact that Marshall blocked Mrs. Grant just because she spoke ill


    of Katherine. He must be possessed. Moreover, Mrs. Grant surely wasn’t good at putting herself across


    ormunicating tactfully and reasonably. ra wondered if Mrs. Grant felt ashamed that as an


    elderly woman, she was blocked by her own son.


    Sitting in the car, Mrs. Grant didn’t look back until ra’s figure became smaller and finally


    disappeared in the rearview mirror. Clutching her purse, she sat on the backseat in a trance.


    The car was heading to the Mason Residence. When Mrs. Grant got off the car, she went straight into


    the vi.


    Old Mrs. Mason was watching TV in the living room, surprised to see Mrs. Grant. "What’s going on?


    You look as if something terrible just happened."


    Mrs. Grant walked over and copsed on the sofa. "I’m upset, so I came here to settle down a bit."


    Old Mrs. Mason gave a snort. "Khalid made you angry again?"


    "No," Mrs. Grant replied. "So I’ve thought hard, and found that I’m indeed a poor judge of character."


    She had that confused look on her face. "I just feel so, and I wonder if I’m right."


    Old Mrs. Mason raised her eyebrows and sighed, "Well well, finally you’re skeptical about your


    judgement. Look what progress you’ve made!"