True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 117

In the morning, at Jones Estate.

In the President's office.

At nine o'clock on the dot, Grace Smith arrived at the floor. As soon as she entered the room, she saw

Heinz Jones, already in the office.

Grace smiled and said with enthusiasm, "Good morning, Mr. Jones."

"Good morning." Heinz looked at her with a calm face. There was no emotion on his face. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Heinz could not bring himself to look at her.

Grace went to her seat and put down her bag. She took out a recording pen, a notebook, a pen and a

camera from her bag. She didn't bring a laptop today.

After putting everything on the table, Grace came over with a piece of photocopied paper with a list of

questions on them, in her hand.

She sorted them out yesterday and printed them out.

When Grace arrived at Heinz's table, she placed the paper on the table. She looked at Heinz, "Mr.

Jones, there are the questions that I've prepared. Please take a look and tell me if there are any

changes you want to make and mark it out for me."

Heinz nodded. He took it over and glanced at the questions on the paper with his sharp gaze.

He read through it very quickly. Not long after, he had finished reading the first page.

Then, Heinz gently flipped it over to the second page with his slender fingers and continued reading it.

He didn't utter a single word while he was looking at the paper. He looked at it very seriously.

Grace didn't say anything. She just stood at the side and waited patiently.

After a while, Heinz finished reading the document and said, "I think I will only answer one-third of the

questions that you've prepared."

Grace was stunned. "Were the questions that I asked too personal, or perhaps the answers too

confidential?"

"No." Heinz looked at her calmly. His eyes were calm. "It's just that there's no need to include so many

things in the interview."

"Why?" Grace looked at him in surprise. "You are a successful man, and every successful person has

their own way of achieving success."

"I'm just lucky." Heinz was modest.

Grace was nonplussed. She couldn't find the words to answer him for a long time. How can he easily

attributed success to luck and didn't want to mention the bitterness of the past behind the success,

which are gained through blood, sweat and tears.

She could not help but feel more admiration for this man. However, just by thinking that Heinz actually

gave her up to his friend, Jensen Charm, all because he assumed that she might have had a

relationship with Jensen, made her very angry.

She pursed her lips and said, "Then please help me to remove those that are not suitable for the

interview."

Heinz stood up with the paper, a pen, and walked towards the sofa.

Grace also came over quickly with a recording pen and a notebook in her hand. She sat down opposite

to Heinz.

Heinz returned the document to her.

Grace took a look at it and said, "Mr. Jones, let's get started."

"OK." He nodded.

"How old are you?" Grace asked.

"Twenty-nine this year," Heinz said in a deep voice.

Grace nodded. "What about your educational background?"

Heinz paused slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, “I have a Ph. D.”

Grace was stunned. She didn't expect him to have a doctorate at such a young age.

"When did you graduate?" Grace continued asking.

"Seven years ago," Heinz answered.

Grace was shocked again. "He graduated seven years ago with a doctoral degree?"

"Is that not alright?" Heinz asked flatly.

Grace shook her head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I didn't expect you to graduate with a doctoral

degree at such a young age. Can I know where you graduated from?"

Heinz fell silent and looked at her with bright eyes. He didn't answer her question for a long time.

"Is this question not alright?" There was an undetectable sense of expectation in Grace's voice.

Grace envied and respected those who obtained higher education because she also dreamed to

graduate from a university. However, for various reasons, she couldn't do it.

"No." He felt much better. "I can tell you in private but you need to guarantee that this will not be written

in the report," Heinz said.

"Okay, of course." Grace agreed without hesitation.

"Stanford." Heinz spat out.

Grace was stunned again.

For a long time, she was silent.

But there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Heinz looked at her and spoke again, "Then, Harvard."

Grace was utterly shocked this time.

He actually attended such prestigious universities.

Thinking back on herself, Grace suddenly felt that they had a huge gap between the two of them. Heinz

had graduated from two famous universities at just 22 years old, and yet she didn't even go to college.

That was not luck, but true strength.

After a long while, Grace found her voice and said, "Mr. Jones, you graduated from two prestigious

universities. I really admire you."

"That was nothing." He said lightly and there was still no trace of pride on his face. His tone was so flat,

"I just have relatively higher IQ than some."

Grace paused for a while and said with a smile, "You're really humorous. Your IQ is definitely higher

than most."

"At least higher than yours." He looked at her and slightly lifted the corner of his mouth as if there was a

faint smile on his face. "Right?"

Grace was puzzled. She really couldn't answer this.

"That's true. You are way better than me." Grace said.

"Next question," Heinz said.

"Yes." Grace asked him seriously.

Every question was carefully considered.

Heinz answered all the questions as well, and he omitted two-thirds of them from the list.

Grace finished asking all the questions in a short time. Then, she picked up the camera and took a

picture of Heinz.

It was a picture of him sitting on his large chair, and behind him were his bookshelves. It was clean,

bright and neat.

The man's sharp eyes did not look at the camera, but he looked so confident still as if everything in the

world could be controlled by his fingers.

Grace packed up her things, kneeling on the ground. Then, she stood up and said while slinging her

bag on her back, "Mr. Jones, the interview is complete. I've been disrupting you for the past few days.

Thank you for giving us the opportunity for this interview. I'll take my leave now, goodbye."

When Heinz saw that she was about to leave, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is there anything

else?"

"No." Grace shook her head and smiled. Then, she turned and left.

Heinz looked at her go, she walked without any hesitation. He frowned.

After a long time, he pressed the call button. "Lester, move the desk away."

"Yes." Lester quickly came over and moved Grace's desk away.

As soon as he moved the desk, there was a loud splatter, and something fell to the ground. Then the

whole President's office gave off a strong and pungent smell, which would make someone throw up

instantly.

"What is that smell?" Heinz demanded.

"Perhaps something broke while we moved the desk?" Lester was not sure where the smell came from

too.

Lester sniffed and bent down to check. At first glance, he immediately noticed the shattered glass jar

on the ground. There was something inside which look soft and was cut into cubes. It was blue cheese.

This stinky smell instantly permeated Heinz's nostrils. He frowned and asked, "What's going on? Why

is it so smelly?"

"President, it's blue cheese," Lester reported, "Miss Smith put a jar of blue cheese under her desk, and

now it has been knocked over."