Chapter 289

Chapter 289

“Seriously?” I murmured, baffled. “Walt for me to get off work?”

What kind of drama was that?

“A friend dropped me off earlier, I don’t have a car,” He extended his wrist toward me as he spoke, showing me his watch. “You’re about to clock out, too. Mind giving me a lift back?”

“I can call you a cab.” I pulled out my phone, but he frowned slightly and said, “I never ride with strangers.”

I sighed helplessly inside, Fine then. Guess the prince has his quirks

I had nothing to say “Then wait here.”

I turned and walked into my office, and it wasn’t long before Christine sneaked in.

She teased, “What’s with the Ford heir hanging around here? Can’t seem to leave?”

“Looking for a free nde,” I answered, somewhat resigned.

Christine sat across me, leaning her elbows on the desk, her hands propping up her face.

“I noticed the Myers ladies seemed pretty wary of him. Maybe you should try and get on his good side. Could come in handy if you ever need a favor.”

“Forget it” I dismissed the idea without a second thought, “Do you honestly think anyone can manipulate him?”

Gregory might appear carefree, but he was sharp. Nobody could fool him,

Christine wagged her finger. “No, no, not like that. I mean, genuine friendship

“Get back to work, will you?” I handed her a piece of leftover cake effectively silencing her, “Pretense doesn’t equate to sincerity.” You might fool others, but not Gregory.

“Ah!” Christine mumbled through a mouthful of cake and left. Halfway out, she tumed back, rushing to my desk, “Didn’t you say it was time someone dealt with Dorothy? I saw her today, looking all fine and dandy”

“I look into it.” I had nearly forgotten it in the chaos of recent days.

But that didn’t mean I would let it slide. An opportunity missed was an opportunity wasted.

When I finished up and looked up again, it was dark outside. Through the office’s floor–to–ceiling windows, Gregory was still there, engrossed in his phone, not a trace of impatience.

I didn’t take him for the patient type.

I gathered my things and headed out. “Let’s go.”

He yawned, his patience seemingly worn thin, “About time, With your low efficiency, two clients would keep you busy for a year.”

That was so much for a good temperament.

I didn’t bother explaining

Once downstairs, he slid into the passenger seat like it were his car.

I merged into the traffic before finally asking. “Jarrod agreed to do me a favor. Can you check in with him for me? See how it’s going?”

Gregory tapped his fingers idly against the window sill, cutting to the chase. “Going after Dorothy, aren’t you seared?”

I had hoped to keep him in the dark, but he was already onto it. And quite possibly, he had put a stop to my plans.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my tone cold, “Are you planning to protect your god–sister by teaching me a lesson first?”

“Are you always this prickly?” He glanced at me indifferently, “You lash out at anyone who gets close.”

I paused, stunned,

The friendship between Gregory’s family and the Myers family traced back generations, and his long–lost fiancée was from the family. By all accounts, they were closer to him than I could ever be.

Hesitantly, I started, “So you…”

Before I could finish, Susan‘ call came through!

On the other end, she was livid, “Jane, did you set someone on Dorothy? How dare you, you malicious girl? She’s hurt, a young girl, and you’ve got the nerve!”

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