Bonnie was dumbfounded and stumped.
"Mrs. Grant, do you have ......," Donna spoke with a smile as she walked upstairs.
But before the words were finished, the Bonnie in front of her seemed to be electrocuted, throwing away her phone and popping up directly, emitting a shrill scream.
Scared Donna's face went white, "What's wrong Mrs. Grant, what's wrong, don't you scare me?"
"I ......" Bonnie hurriedly picked up the phone on the floor, "I'm fine, Donna, let me go get the phone for Sebastian."
Without giving Donna a chance to ask another question, Bonnie ran out.
When she looked back again, she had already driven down to the Grant Group's office.
Probably because Donna had said hello in advance, Eric was waiting for her downstairs.
When he saw the car, Eric jogged over, "Mrs. Grant, you're okay, you don't look too good, do you want to go to the hospital?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Bonnie shook her head, "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."
Although the upside-down words looked suspicious, Bonnie did not have a pained expression, and Eric did not pursue the question further.
He pulled open the car door for Bonnie, "Come on Mrs. Grant, I'll walk you up to see Mr. Grant."
"I'm not going." Bonnie curled up into a ball in the driver's seat, resistance written all over her face.
What was she doing up there to see Sebastian, questioning him about why he had a woman on the side?
Or tell him that I know about you, the woman, and that you, the woman, are waiting for you to ransom yourself with a billion dollars.
Bonnie had mixed feelings.
Why?
That cautious look makes Eric can't help but laugh.
This is probably love, just give a cell phone such a thing, Mrs. Grant do not want to pretend to hand, miss the opportunity to contact this point.
Hey, today is another day of eating dog food as a lemon dog!
Bonnie didn't know what was on Eric's mind, her whole body was tense as she followed Eric to the top floor office.
"Mr. Grant is in a meeting, Mrs. Grant you sit here and wait for a while, about half an hour." Eric brought a cup of hot milk to Bonnie.
With that, the door was closed and Bonnie was left alone in the office to wait.
The surrounding area was empty and so quiet that her own rapid breathing could be heard.
Bonnie hung her head and slowly pulled out that phone, staring at the unclicked text message with a deadpan stare.
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