Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 132

Hearing this, the old man got angry instantly. He looked at his grandson with his old yet sharp eyes.

He had been taking care of Heinz Jones on his own, since he was a child. Now, he had grown up to be a successful man and could handle any situations himself.

He had to admit that Heinz had expanded the business very successfully over the years.

But his attitude in looking down upon the elders was irritating.

The old man was so angry that his breathing became much heavier, and his chest heaved up and down.

He gritted his teeth and almost lost his temper, but he managed to hold it in at last.

After a pause, he opened his mouth and said, "Young man, you're such a grown up now that you don't even take your Grandfather seriously anymore."

Before Heinz could speak, Claris Hudson said, "Grandfather, don't be angry. Brother Heinz has always been this way. Besides, you've spoiled him. He talked to you this way because he treats you as a family."

"Claris, don't speak on behalf of him!" The old man was so angry that he didn't want to look at Heinz anymore.

Heinz still leaned back on the sofa in a lazy manner.

Claris looked at him and said, "Brother Heinz, don't talk to your grandfather like that. He is elderly!"

Heinz did not pay attention at Claris's words. His attitude was very obvious that he did not want to talk to her at all.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old man was even angrier.

"Look, Claris, look, isn't he too arrogant? I'm his Grandfather." The old master was mad again.

"Grandfather, please calm down." Claris smiled again and spoke for Heinz.

The old man became angrier as he spoke. He said in a low voice unhappily, "The matters of the Jones family? Yes. I can't interfere with the matters of the Jones family, but I can interfere in my grandson's marriage and I'm determined to do so."

"That's right. Of course, you have to take care of this." Claris smiled and said, "Grandfather, I support you, you need to take care of Brother Heinz's marriage so that those slutty women won't take advantage of him."

There was a flash of anger in Claris's eyes when she thought back of that woman who sat on Brother Heinz's lap in the afternoon.

"Who do you think you are?" Heinz glanced at Claris and said angrily, "I didn't ask you to speak at all and yet you still talk non-stop here. Are you addicted to making noise?"

Claris was shocked as she saw Heinz's gloomy face. His eyes were cold and quiet. The more he stayed this way, the more powerful his aura became. His voice was so cold that it made one's blood become cold too.

Claris pursed her lips and pouted. She felt wronged, but she was not angry. "Brother Heinz, I'm still a little girl. Don't be so fierce to me. You scared me. How will I learn if you're always scolding me."

Heinz said coldly again, "There's no use for you. Even if you do, you are still all brawn and no brains. You're nothing but a loser."

Claris was truly shocked by Heinz's words.

She knew that Heinz was a vicious man, but she was now so upset that she almost cried when she heard those words.

For the first time, her eyes turned red because of a scolding.

She didn't dare to cry in front of him, but her lips trembled and her big eyes flickered as she looked at Heinz with a face full of grievance.

"I'm silly?" The old man pointed to himself and said, "I'm a high-ranking and powerful old chief. How can you be so rude to me?"

"Grandfather," Heinz said flatly, "You're just lucky that the country made use of you. Otherwise, you won't even be able to feed yourself. Don't tell me about your worthless ambitious achievements every day. I don't care about it at all."

The old man was stunned. "You don't but others care about it."

"Grandfather, stop lying to yourself. If you don't believe me, you can go out for a walk now. It's good enough if people don't throw rotten eggs on you. Why are you still so self-righteous?" Heinz looked at him and said, "Have you been in the army too long and got yourself separated from the society?"

"You're too bold! This is preposterous." the old man said angrily.

"I've always been bold!" Heinz was not angry. He had to fight anyway. Otherwise, he would be sick of holding in all this anger. "I'm also very angry right now."

The old man blew his beard and leaned back. He couldn't help but sit up straight again and said, "Well, it's fine if you don't take my career seriously. But Claris's grandfather has not retired yet."

"So what?" Heinz said rudely, "Is this how the Hudson Family disciplines their heirs? To meddle in other people's business? I've already show my respect by not slapping her. What else should I do?" "You, you." The old man pointed at him and said angrily, "You have guts to say that."

Heinz looked at the old man and said, "Of course, I won't live if I had no guts."

The old man glared at him and said, "Get out. Don’t have your meal at my house. I hate you."

"Thank you." Heinz stood up and said lightly, "Don't call me next time, and don't set me up for blind dates. It's annoying."

"I, I'm doing this for your own good. Why can't I introduce you a girlfriend?" The old man couldn't help roaring again.

"Grandfather, you're stammering. Your brain must have shrunk, no? You'd better take care of yourself. Don't worry about my marriage." Heinz said callously.