CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 122

A few moments later, the old lady whirled. “Come inside, both of you.”

“I’m not going in there.” Katherine rasped.

She was reckless now. “Your family is too noble for someone like me to enter your house. So much for me and Marshall. I’ll call the media. You Grants got power, I believe you can deal wih whatever happens next. But I’m getting myself out of this.”

She turned to leave as she finished.

For an instant, the old lady was anxious too. She turned back around, her voice stern. “Don't you dare to leave here!”

Katherine came to a halt, her back to old Mrs. Grant, no word.

The old lady eyed Katherine, and then Mrs. Grant.

Suddenly, Mrs. Grant dared not even cry anymore.

Katherine defied even Old Mrs. Grant, and that seemed to Mrs. Grant that Katherine was determined to make a splash of this.

“What happened?” the old lady spoke.

It’s Mrs. Grant who she asked.

Mrs. Grant chewed her lip, did not know what to say.

Early this morning, she had informed the old lady about Katherine staying in Marshall’s room last night.

The old lady had even made a call to Marshall about the matter.

And Marshall made it plain on the phone. He came on to Katherine, he forced Katherine.

Katherine had nothing to do with this, he said.

The old lady had told Mrs. Grant not to make an issue of this.

It could only be normal that such thing happened to a man and a woman in the same room alone.

And they had a marriage before.

Let them mind their own business, the old lady told her.

It’s best that they do not meddle with it.

And Mrs. Grant had agreed.

She dared not tell the old lady now that things had so worsened.

She provoked Katherine.

Katherine stood where she was, utterly impatient.

From the look on Mrs. Grant, the old lady knew for an instant that they were on the wrong.

She looked disappointed. “She said something inappropriate, didn't you?”

Mrs. Grant chewed her lip, and averted her eyes to avoid eye contact with anyone.

The old lady’s eyes closed and opened, and then she walked out the living room.

She came up to Katherine.

Katherine looked awfully pissed, her face sagging.

The old lady held Katherine’s hand, “Katherine.”

Katherine tried to shake her hand off but failed.

Forcibly, the old lady squeezed her hand. “Frances has always been brusque, that’s the way she is, don’t mind her.”

Katherine sneered, and threw back. “And I have always been impulsive, that’s the way I am. If I do something outrageous, hope you don't mind me.”

The old lady paused, she had never seen Katherine liked this before.

She was prickly like a hedgehog now.

The old lady sighed. “Katherine, come inside. And we can hash things out.”

Forcefully, Katherine wrenched her hand off. “No, I’ m going in there. Insulting me is one thing, vilifying my family a whole another.”

Then she walked towards the door while tugging her phone back in her pocket.

She just dialed some number randomly, she never knew anybody that could have a word with a journalist or the like.

She was just bluffing.

Old Mrs. Grant knew better than to hassle Katherine any longer now that she’s so bent out of shape.

She stood where she was, took two deep breathes, and then turned around to look at Mrs. Grant.

Timidly, Mrs. Grant defended herself with a mutter. “I was just saying, I did not mean anything.”

The old lady ground her teeth. “Useless.”

She then headed towards the living room.

Hurriedly, Mrs. Grant trailed after her.

She was in a stew now. “Katherine won’t really tell the media about her and Marshall, will he?”

Gloomy, the old lady said. “You think the divorce is the only thing she has on us?”

Katherine knew Marshall was drugged.

If she was really set off and decided to team up with WF Group. Marshall’s career would be so over once she helped the WF to corroborate the scandal between Marshall and that little clerk.

Mrs. Grant never thought about that before and became pale at the realiation of it.

She bit her lip. “Then what do we do now?”

The old lady let out a breath. “Call Marshall, now.”

Hurriedly, Mrs. Grant did as she was told and called Marsahll.