Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

“I’ve got it, Master Grant!”

Blanca left without even looking back, grumbling to herself. Why did he have to say all that? She didn’t even want to eat with him!

Blanca took a taxi back to the mansion. Before she even entered, she saw a lengthened Rolls-Royce parked in the driveway. Mr. Johnson got out, walked in front of her, and said respectfully, “Ma’am. Mr. Grant would like you to pay him a visit.”

Blanca was dubious about it. “What’s Mr. Grant doing looking for me? Does he have some business?”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “Mr. Grant’s friends brought over some high-quality beef and seafood. He knows you like seafood, but there was just so much to choose from, and it’s not too convenient to take them all over for you and the young master as well. He says that you might as well go over and take your pick.”

Hearing that, Blanca felt a surge of warmth.

She’d said casually last time how her family hadn’t been well-off when she was little, so she’d only eaten catfish. She’d thought that shrimp was spicy because it was red, and only knew how it had tasted when she grew up.

statement had apparently lingered with Alan enough for him to

few pounds of good beef might not be mainstays in regular families, but with a family like the

care and concern,

Mr. Johnson. I’ll go set my things down

and said it

thinking that – if Matthew was coming back

Blanca suddenly panicked. What was she doing thinking of Matthew out of

half an hour or so, Blanca walked

doorway, they

looking for you, Mr. Johnson. I can take Blanca to

“Is that so? Then I’ll leave it

passed the keys to