Grace Smith stomped her foot in anger and turned to leave. "Who's being insincere? Don't be so self-righteous."
Heinz Jones did not stop her, but looked at her figure that went straight into the newspaper office. He raised the corner of his mouth playfully.
He waited until her figure disappeared.
He turned back to the car, started the car, and took out his phone to call Jensen Charm.
"Where are you?" Heinz asked.
"At home." Jensen murmured with a heavy nasal sound.
"Have you caught a cold?" Heinz asked again.
"No." Jensen couldn't raise his spirit and said, "I just drank some wine."
"I'm going over now," Heinz said in a deep voice.
"Okay. I happen to have something to discuss with you. Open the door on your own. I'll sleep for a while." Jensen said.
"Alright." Heinz said.
When Grace returned to the newspaper office, her heart was beating wildly.
She stood at the door for a while and calmed herself down.