Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 184

Grace could only grasp at this last straw and call him.

The ringing tone kept on playing as she waited for the other side to answer, but no one did.

Grace was unwilling to give up and called him again a second time, and a third...

Meanwhile, several senior executives were in Mr. Reed's office at that moment. They were quiet and their eyes were fixed on a cheap, old cell phone.

All the high-level managers in the company knew that Jason had been carrying two phones with him recently. One was the cell phone he usually used, and the other one was this cheap, old-fashioned phone.

As for the origin of this phone, except for Jason, only Terrence knew about it. However, every time they asked him about it out of curiosity, Terrence would smile and refuse to say anything.

As a result, these high-level executives had done a lot of speculation about this phone in private. In the past, when the phone rang, Mr. Reed had always picked it up without delay. The wolves among those execs, they were especially nosy.

Today, however, the phone had been ringing for a very long time. Unexpectedly, Mr. Reed simply stared at the phone and did not pick it up. His handsome face was covered in a layer of frost.

The hearts of these executives couldn't suppress their curiosity as they looked at Terrence.

Meanwhile, Terrence, who was standing beside Jason, also looked at the phone that had been ringing, and he was secretly worried in his heart.

Only Grace would make a call to this phone.

However, since the day she had rejected Jason, Terrence, who had been working for his Alpha for many years, had never seen Jason as angry or dejected as he’d been of late.

At that moment, Grace was calling, but Mr. Reed was not picking up. What did this mean? Had Alpha Reed stopped caring for her?

No, Terrence thought that Jason cared about Grace even more than he had originally imagined.

Then no matter how many times she called, no one would ever answer it.

"Grace, what's wrong with you? You've been on the phone all this time, and you didn't eat either. The food is getting cold," Claire urged.

"Claire, I... I have something to do. I want to leave at 3 p.m. I'll clean up all the trash on the road first, but you may have to be a little busier than usual after I leave. Is that okay?" Grace asked.

People like them who swept the road needed to coordinate with each other if they wanted to ask for leave. They needed to find someone who was willing to take their job, otherwise, they couldn't excuse themselves.

"Why would I be not okay? When I asked for leave last time, you helped me do the work," Claire answered straightforwardly. “You’ve always helped me.”

Grace smiled gratefully. However, her heart was still heavy.