Heinz Jones sat down on the sofa. When he looked up and saw Cindy White, he frowned and asked, "Why did you come in?"
"Oh, President Jones, it was my fault before. I have already acknowledged my mistakes. I hope you can do me a favor," Cindy said.
"Do you a favor?" Heinz said coldly, "Do you think I'm that free?"
"Don't be like that." Cindy smiled and sat down opposite him. "Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you."
Heinz gave her a glance and didn't care about her at all.
Cindy was not angry at his indifference. She slightly raised the corner of her mouth into a perfect curve.
"I saw Grace Smith just now," Cindy said.
Heinz suddenly froze. He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. There were hints of threat in his gaze.
Cindy laughed and said, "Look, when it comes to Grace, you are very interested in what I'm about to say."
Heinz asked coldly, "Where is she?"
Cindy noticed that Heinz was really concerned about this woman.