Katherine didn't know clearly what steps Marshall was going to take at the following.
She turned to the window and smacked her lips, "Sometimes, Marshall would choose to put things
aside and deal with them in a cool way, which I can hardly understand why."
Marshall and Katherine were very different in dealing with things.
She could never bear anyone to gossip behind her back, and if someone ever dared to slander her, she
would be vexed and fight back in a hard way.
Hector dumbed for a second and answered, "Possibly, Mr. Grant has his own pace to work on the
issue. Besides, I'm not really good at doing business with others, since I have never stepped into such
a field before."
Katherine looked at Hector and changed the topic, "But you're really a nice singer. It would be a pity if
you gave up."
Hector laughed to respond.
After a while, the hot pot was served by the waiter, along with some dishes.
Katherine picked up her phone and took some pictures, sharing them on her social media account.
Even though she neither knew why she was doing so nor had any friends, she just wanted to share her
moments online, and left behind who could find her post naturally, or by chance.
As everything was served, they then scalded those foods in the boiling soup to cook them.
Katherine again posted a question to Hector that what his future plan was if work in the Bennett’s
company.
"I don't have any ideas yet." Said Hector, "I actually didn't mean to work here, while my father insisted
on sending me in."
Possibly, he was holding a guilty conscience inside. He had been leading a wandering life for years,
and among the young bloods of Bennett family , he was the only one who had not gotten established in
the company.
He had been leaving home for two years, and never came back even when the New Year's Eve
approached. His father was old now, and when a man reached his golden years, he would become
more emotional and expect nothing but the harmonious reunion of his families.
However, the so-called reunion only brought Hector outright torture.
As they were eating, Katherine picked up her phone and checked the social media.
It was right to say Peter was a meddlesome guy — as expected, he left an accusatory comment
down Katherine's post that it was ridiculous for her to even hang out there and eat hot pot at the
moment.
Katherine sneered and made no response.
After they had finished, Hector drove Katherine to her home. As they were all covered by spicy
smell, Katherine got out of the car and laughed to Hector, reminding him to go back home quickly and
take off his smelly clothes.
Hector rolled down the window and waved to Katherine.
Not until Hector had driven away that Katherine turned around and went to the house.
As she stood in front of the door, she found that the door had opened.
She was confused. With a blink, she tried to bring herself back to the memory when she got out.
She remembered that she had locked the door.
Standing by the French window set aside, she looked inside and found that there was no one in the
living room.
'Who would ever dare to break into one's house during daytime?' She thought to herself.
Taking a deep breath by the doorway, she pushed the door and went inside.
She glanced at the surrounding by the doorway, and found that everything was in integrity, which
meant it was less possible that some had broken into her house and stolen things.
As she was vigilantly checking everything around, she heard someone was walking on the second
floor.
The next moment, she saw Marshall standing on the staircase and looking down at her.
Katherine was frightened. She then goggled at Marshall and asked, "Why are you home? You're
supposed to be in the company at the moment."
It was already afternoon, and the lunch break had long passed.
Marshall looked at her, and then slowly went down the stairs.
Without hearing any response from Marshall, Katherine then changed her shoes and came over to him,
"What's going on? Is that something that goes wrong with the company, or you're fired?"
Marshall turned to her and said, "Could you just stop talking nonsense?"
Katherine frowned, "Then just tell me why you're back! I thought that it was a theft breaking into the
house."
Marshall walked to the refrigerator, picked a bottle of water from the inside and drank it up by the
doorway of the kitchen.
Katherine, standing aside, was a little annoyed to see his indifference, "Could you just simply answer
my question, please?"
A few seconds later, Marshall finally answered, "I felt sick, and thus I asked for a leave."
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