Chapter 332: Chapter 331: She’s Telling the Truth
 

Grace Harrison stood still.

Phoebe Belmont frowned and stood up abruptly, intending to call the waiter herself.

At that moment, Grace quickly walked to Daniel Thompson and earnestly said, “Mr. Thompson, your wife did not betray you.”

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Phoebe’s face darkened, and she yelled at Grace, “What do you know, girl!”

“What kind of crappy shop is this, claiming to be the number one coffee shop in Capital City? I bet it’s all fake! With this attitude, I must have a word with your manager today. Where’s your manager? Call him out!” Phoebe yelled at the doorway, her expression somewhat distorted.

Daniel coughed and said to Phoebe, “Sit down, there are many people outside. Don’t make a scene.”

He had chosen a private room because he didn’t want outsiders to misunderstand their relationship. Phoebe’s shouting would bring a crowd to watch the excitement.

Daniel looked at the young girl standing next to him, smiling, and asked, “How do you know my wife hasn’t betrayed me?”

It was quite intriguing that a waiter suddenly said this.

No one wants to be cuckolded, though the girl’s words were abrupt, but he wasn’t angry.

“Your wife is my mom’s friend. I call her Aunt Leaford. I was present the day she met with Chase Jackson.”

Upon hearing this, Phoebe instantly understood that a third-party witness had appeared!

She never expected that a waiter would step forward to be a witness.

“Young girl, I advise you to stop bragging. With your status, how could you possibly know Amanda Leaford?” Phoebe laughed inscrutably. “I know college students like you are eager to take flight and reach for the stars, but Mr. Thompson is no ordinary man. If you want to attract his attention and do something, I advise you to give up this idea.”

She then tried to grab Grace’s hand, but Grace resisted and told Daniel, “Mr. Thompson, what I said is true. That day, Aunt Leaford wanted to introduce Uncle Jackson to my mom, not on a date or betraying you.”

“This woman is lying, she’s trying to sow discord, Mr. Thompson…”

With a “slap,” Phoebe fiercely slapped Grace across the face.

“What are you talking about, you little bitch? Who’s trying to sow discord? Girl, you can eat whatever you want, but you cannot speak nonsense.” Phoebe trembled with anger.

Grace seemed to be stunned after being slapped, but Phoebe quickly pulled her out.

At the door, Grace suddenly reacted, her slapped face burning red. She fiercely clung to the door handle, fire burning in her heart. Staring at Phoebe’s beautifully made-up face, she felt nauseous and bit hard on Phoebe’s arm.

“Ah!!” The sharp screams caught the attention of the manager and others.

The coffee shop manager rushed over and saw everything before his eyes, feeling like the world was going dark.

He was doomed!

He was going to lose his job!

This little girl caused trouble again!

The manager looked at Grace and his pained face gradually filled with guilt. He said to Phoebe, “I’m sorry, ma’am. She’s our new waitress, and she still doesn’t understand the rules. If there’s anything wrong with her service, we’ll immediately educate and rectify her.”

Those familiar words reminded Grace that she had caused trouble again.

But this time, it was something she willingly did.

Grace lowered her head and walked to the manager’s side. As Phoebe tried to say something else, the manager pulled Grace along and ran out.

Damian Thompson, who was seated in the lobby, stood up to leave just in time to see the manager pulling Grace away.

There wasn’t much difference in their age. The man in the suit and glasses held Grace’s wrist and hurriedly led her to another room.

Damian thought of what Grace had just told him.

She said she was going to class.

“Mr. Thompson, what’s wrong?” Vivian Wilson held her own documents, smiling sweetly.

She asked her father to intervene and let her intern at Thompson Group.

Her father also liked Damian and wanted the two to get along.

Both families had always had a good cooperative relationship, so when she wanted to intern at Thompson Group, Damian arranged for her to be an assistant.

She liked Damian Thompson and hoped that he would like her as well.

But today, she felt that Damian was somewhat distracted.

Seeing him staring at a certain spot, Vivian raised her eyebrows, subtly reminding him.

Damian withdrew his gaze, and his expression returned to its previous gentleness and elegance. Under his glasses, a pair of deep eyes were difficult to read.

In the private room, Phoebe Belmont sat uncomfortably under Daniel Thompson’s gaze.

“Is what this girl said true?” Daniel’s face was calm, showing no emotion.

Phoebe clenched her teeth, covering her aching arm, and said with a grievance, “How could it be true? How could a waiter’s mom be friends with your wife? Besides, do you think Chase Jackson would be interested in a waiter’s mom?”

Phoebe’s words were full of disdain for Grace Harrison.

She didn’t know why she was so unlucky today, encountering a lunatic.

Everything was going smoothly, but suddenly this person appeared to stir up trouble.

“Mr. Thompson, didn’t you already ask Amanda Leaford about the truth? She admitted it, so why are you asking me about this… this girl? She seems to be deliberately brought in to cause confusion,” Phoebe sighed.

“Didn’t you hear the manager of this shop say she was new? Temp workers are perfect for this kind of job.”

“College students working as waiters can be easily bribed with a little money.”

After saying all this, Phoebe realized that Daniel’s face remained unchanged.

Gazing into Daniel’s dark pupils, Phoebe felt her face getting hotter and hotter.

She clenched her fingers tightly and turned her flustered face away.

“I can make a call to find out,” Daniel seemed determined not to rely solely on her words this time.

Phoebe stared blankly at him picking up the cell phone on the table, asking, “Who are you calling?”

“Chase Jackson.”

Phoebe:

She never thought Daniel would ask Chase.

She was familiar with Daniel’s personality. Such a self-important man would never ask Chase since the answer provided by a competitor might cause a loss of face.

Daniel cared about appearances the most, and his willingness to call Chase indicated that he too had doubts about the situation.

“Mr. Thompson…” Phoebe intended to stop him, but Daniel had already dialed Chase’s number.

Although the two did not contact each other, Daniel obtained Chase’s address and phone number the day after he found out that Chase had returned to the country.

Capital City Phoenix Garden, a high-end apartment complex.

Chase had just finished working out and taken a shower.

“Mr. Jackson, you have a call,” said the housekeeper Aunt as the phone vibrated, calling out to the bathroom.

“Who is it?”

Aunt quickly looked at the incoming call.

“A strange number.”

Chase didn’t pay attention. By the time he finished drying his hair and came out, several minutes had passed.

At this moment, the phone rang again.

Chase glanced at the phone number, hesitating for a few seconds before moving his finger from the hang up button to the answer button.

“Chase Jackson,” Daniel’s voice was solemn, “I have a question for you. Answer me honestly.”

Hearing this voice, Chase was somewhat surprised.

He hadn’t expected Daniel to call him.

Thinking of today’s rumors about the Thompson family, Chase responded without waiting for Daniel to ask, “Do you want to ask about Amanda and me?”