"Mr. Grant, Austin Walsh has also shared it. This whole mess should be over now."
Shirley Thorne beamed as she reported to Ethan Grant, hinting for him to say something—perhaps that he wouldn't hold her 'mistake' of attracting unwanted attention and failing to clarify things promptly against her.
Ethan Grant didn't answer. He blinked, turned, and walked away, adding a word of caution before he left, "Be careful at the art exhibition the day after tomorrow."
Shirley Thorne felt like Ethan Grant had vanished in the blink of an eye. She instinctively chased after him, calling out, "Mr. Grant, where are you going?"
'What did he mean by that warning?'
'Does it mean he's not going to hold it against me for not clearing up the rumors right away?'
Shirley Thorne's large eyes were filled with confusion, and her gaze held a hint of reluctance to see him go.
Ethan Grant walked ahead, his stride confident. Tall and long-legged, he exuded the charm of a mature man.
