Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Matthew pushed open the door of the study with his phone in his hand. There were all kinds of books on the bookshelf and the chandelier was shining brightly. Everyone who walked in could tell the owner must have been collecting these even since he was a boy. Most books that were put up front were about business.

“How did it go?” Matthew asked in a deep voice.

The person on the other end was silent and uneasy when he finally spoke after a while, “Mr. Grant, we went to the hometown of the family but...few people were left in her family. It was said that she moved here with her grandma twenty years ago. The villagers had only seen her with her grandma. None of them had seen her parents. I’ve already sent all the info to you.”

“Okay.”

They said they never saw her parents. What if...

Were her parents dead or...

Matthew frowned. Then his computer rang.

He knew it was the email. He went to the desk and checked his mailbox.

22 years

Matthew was thinking fast in his head. He heard her said that

something in his

kept reading the email and his hands tightened on the

cure for that. She had no choice but to steal.

that person, she must feel

of the study where various precious stones were displayed. A lot of them were purchased by himself but only that

irritated. He turned off his computer and walked to the bedroom

He could hear her breathing softly on the bed. Was she

bed, hogging half of the bed. He covered her feet with a blanket and

“Granny don’t go!”

“...”