Standing outside for about five minutes, Grace Smith saw a group of people exiting the building.
The leader of the group was wearing a tailored dark colour suit. His figure was excellent, and his whole body radiated a clear and restrained temperament, distant and indifferent.
Heinz Jones!
From a distance, one could see that even if he did not speak, he was extremely eye-catching.
Grace took a deep breath. Looking at him from a distance, she could feel his habitual frowning, it was the same as when she met him for the first time.
He didn't like it when people get too close to him.
However, in private, he was so talkative in front of her.
Every time they were together, they were so aroused by each other, bursting with raging hormones and desire for each other!
Now, he was surrounded by several people, they were probably his subordinates. They were all good-looking men and women.
She stopped a distance away, watching him. Neither did she say hello, nor did she come over.