CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 355

Katherine was not even looking at Frances.

Before, she had been eagerly yearning to see Frances trapped herself in distress, which she thought was merely a matter of time.

But now, she didn't feel joy nor any sorrow to see Frances falling into such dilemma.

She was still leading her life as usual, and what happened on Frances did not change her days even a single bit.

After all, she had a store to look after now, and thus had no time to waste on dealing with Frances.

Sitting for a while, Frances chose to wait no more and left the store.

Margaret went to clean up the table, and then turned back to Katherine, "She hasn't taken a single drip of the coffee."

Katherine smiled, "I knew it."

Frances was a woman sensitive about her dignity and reputation, and would never accept anything from her so easily.

For Katherine, that would be better, since it meant that she would never come to her place anymore.

Leaving the store, Frances had no where else to go.

The Masons had rented an apartment for Frances. Although they didn't say so in a straightforward manner, they were meant to let her move out in case she got the whole family in trouble.

Distressed by the online public opinion, she had spent these days all alone in the apartment, 

She had phoned many people, but no one seemed to answer her call, as if those who used to admire her had disappeared after the thing happened.

Standing by the road for a while, she hailed a taxi, and headed to the address of the Hendersons' Company.

She was pondering over what to do next along her way there.

The Grants had officially announced the divorce between her and Khalid to the public, and, in passing, explained that Khalid had nothing to do with the lady in the hospital.

Although Frances scoffed at the explanation, sadly, there was nothing she could do.

The taxi drove along to the front door of the Hendersons' Company. Getting out of the car, Frances didn't head into the company directly. Instead, she entered a restaurant opposite the company.

She took her seat by the window, where she could clearly see what was going on around the company.

Then, she gave Clara a call. 

Immediately, Clara answered the phone with a clear voice, "Hello, aunt Frances. Is everything OK?"

Frances laughed, "Hi, Clara. Are you occupied at the moment? How about we meet?"

Clara, hesitating in speaking, answered, "Hmm… You mean now? I'm sorry, but I'm a little busy at the moment. What's going on, aunt Frances?"

"No, nothing special, actually. I just want to find myself a company." Said Frances, in a delighted tone, "Besides, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and somehow I'm missing you."

Clara heaved a sigh, and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, aunt Frances. But I'm just being too busy these days. Something goes wrong with our supply chain, and I've been working overtime for the past few days. To be honest, I'm almost driven crazy by all these things! I'm sorry, aunt, but I shall squeeze some time for you after I get all these things done."

Her words were irreproachable from top to toe.

Taking a sigh, Frances felt there was no room for her to give any response, and thus she agreed, "I understand, Clara. You can just work on your own business, and we shall take a rain check." 

She then hung off the phone, sitting there and waiting inside the restaurant.

She waited until mid-day, and those employees began constantly stepping out of the company.

With her eyes wandering sedulously from one to the other, she failed to find out Clara among them.

A while later, it seemed that those employees were all gone, and still there were no signs of Clara.

'Maybe she was still in the company working on her business.' Frances told herself.

On the other side, a hung a wooden sign of 'noon break' on the door of Katherine's dessert house, and the two ladies were going to take some rest. At this moment, someone opened the door and stepped inside.

Margaret said in haste, "Sorry, but we are…"

With a pause, she had her eyes fixed on the man and continued, "What brings you here, Mr. Grant?"

Marshall offered a thin smile, "And now, even you are going to greet me in that way."

Margaret laughed, "No, don't get me wrong. I just literally mean that."

Sitting opposite to Katherine, Marshall said, "I'm really starving with no idea what to eat at lunchtime. Maybe you can help figure it out for me."

Katherine turned to him slowly, "Your mom has been here this morning. She wanted to contact you, and wished to see you."