Chapter 652 (1/2)

It wasn't until around 10:15 that Simon finally finished talking with Celia and saw off the woman, and then came to the living room.

When she saw the man enter the door, grace spatter stood up immediately. There was no dissatisfaction in her expression. In fact, there was no dissatisfaction in her heart. If she had the opportunity to meet Simon westrow, let alone 40 minutes, even four hours, or even four days, maybe someone could afford to wait.

Simon and grace shake hands and sit down casually on the sofa, signaling to the woman, ”sit down.”

Grace sat down again. Of course, she didn't dare to be as casual as a man. Even in front of this young man who was more than ten years younger than herself, there was a kind of embarrassment that she hadn't seen for many years.

Zoe comes in, pours coffee for them again, and walks out quietly.

Noting that grace's eyes followed Zoe's figure out of the living room, Simon leaned back on the sofa with a coffee cup and said, ”is Zoe a good model?”

My baby face maid looks like Caroline ttini, another famous Brazilian model in Simon's memory, but ”CT” has been active since 2000. Now it's just a little loli. Maybe in the future it will be able to search together like lady Cashen Ann.

As soon as she saw Simon open her mouth, grace quickly turned to the man and said, ”yes, but miss parks should not like the job of modeling.”

Simon shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, ”maybe it's just that if I run around again, I don't even have a maid to make coffee at home.”

Of course, grace knew that the young people had raised hundreds of girls in front of her. At this time, she listened to the man's words and didn't answer. She just picked up the coffee cup with a smile and took a sip.

Westero was not in a hurry to talk about Graaff and her daughter, and of course she was not.

I can't help looking at the handsome face of the man in front of me. I think of another woman's voice in the corridor. It's not Jerry hall last night, and it should not be his wife. I do not know why, grace inexplicably feel that her breathing is a bit short, wearing flesh colored silk stockings under the skirt close legs slightly changed posture.

Simon just used this casual chat to sort out what he had just discussed with Celia. After a cup of coffee, he turned to the main topic and said, ”I'm very satisfied with your performance in the past month, so there will be a reward this time.”

Grace's heart is a little confused because Simon's words suddenly wake up, a little relaxed and excited, but it doesn't show on the surface. Noticing the man's empty coffee cup, she hesitates and takes the initiative to get up, takes the coffee pot on the coffee table, comes to the man, and slightly bows to help the man fill the cup.

Simon also looks at the woman in front of him closely.

The typical Nordic woman's face is soft, not beautiful, but very durable. Her fair skin, shoulder length light golden hair and light green eyes also prove Grace's Nordic blood. If it wasn't for the height of a little less than 175cm, it would be easy for a woman to be a model when she was young.

In the file I read in advance, grace is 41 years old. The skin on her neck and wrists is still white and moist. She doesn't have the terrible sunburn that can cause intense phobia in many middle-aged Western women. Obviously, she also pays great attention to maintenance. The black ol suit is the perfect figure that is common to middle-class women in the United States.

Even if there is no special idea in my heart, getting along with such a woman can at least make people happy.

In fact, if it wasn't for these ”basic” conditions, grace spatter would not have been selected by Simon from dozens of candidate agents offered by several new York model agencies.

Now Simon has no need to aggrieve his visual enjoyment.

Feeling that the man was looking at herself without concealment, grace almost finished a cup of coffee with a slight tremor and sat back where she had just been. She realized that the man's eyes were catching up and her cheeks were burning like fire.

Thinking that she was blushing in front of a little man she had just met for the second time, grace wanted to find a hole in the ground.

What a shame.

In this circle, I'm used to seeing too many beautiful men and women and all kinds of big people who go hunting in this circle. I thought I would get used to it all my life.

Now I know that the aphrodisiac of power and wealth is so blazing.

Simon looked at the blushing woman next to him with great interest for a moment and said, ”it's nothing. It's just an instinct.”

Grace felt that she was a little confused, her eyebrows were low, and she just made a small response to the question: ”hmm?”

”In nature, females are always more likely to fall in love with the most powerful male, because the instinct rooted in the depth of their genes tells them that combining with such a male can produce the strongest offspring, and at the same time, the offspring can also obtain the widest territory, the most adequate food and the most solid protection, so that their genes can survive more smoothly. Although we humans claim to be civilized creatures, we just transform this instinct into other factors, and the essence remains unchanged. ”Grace only felt that men's words were a little cold, just like nature's wisdom, which lasted for thousands of years.

It's just that the ice didn't neutralize the heat on her cheek.

Simon smiles, reaches for the box on the side of the sofa and presses the top of the white clock. Zoe quickly walks in and looks at the living room. Then he looks down and asks, ”boss?”

”Take grace to take a bath. She may be a little tired. Relax.”

”All right,” Zoe nodded, then turned to grace. ”Ms. spotter, please follow me.”

Grace also knew that she needed to avoid the man and calm down a little. She said thank you and got up to leave with Zoe.

Grace left, Simon also temporarily transferred to the study to deal with some work mail.

About an hour later, Zoe directly brought grace to the study. Maybe it was because of the bath that the woman was a little bit more radiant. She sat down on the sofa in the reception area again and calmed down. There was no previous gaffe.

However, I didn't know whether I was expecting or worried that a man would break into the bathroom when she took a bath. It didn't happen.

Simon didn't get up again, walked to the reception area, sat behind his desk and asked with a smile, ”how do you feel?”

Grace was slightly disappointed that the man was talking to her from such a distance, but she immediately said, ”not bad, thank you.”

Simon put down his pencil for a while and said, ”well, let's get down to business. First of all, I'm very satisfied with your work some time ago. There will be rewards, but there's one thing you did wrong.”

Grace nodded slightly.

The man's tone is not heavy, which shows that her small mistake doesn't matter.

Simon also continued: ”I remember I told you to be cruel to the mother and daughter. You seem to take good care of them.”