Chapter 234



The mention of Ernest instantly conjured his image in my mind, reminding me of Jefferson's mention yesterday about a certain Mr. Quinn who had put a substantial investment his way.

I locked eyes with him. "This tough guy Mr. Smith talked about, what's his brand of tough? Or is he a friend of yours?"

Grant cleared his throat, "It's hard to describe, just... the kind of masculine, stands tall and straight, like... yes, that kind of..."

His hand pointed towards the diner's projecting TV screen, which was currently broadcasting the news featuring a flag-raising ceremony.

Watching those flag bearers, each with a posture so rigid and disciplined, Ernest sprang to my mind once again, and I could sense that Grant was hinting at something.

A Mr. Quinn? A tough guy? Perhaps a military man?

That had to be Ernest, right?

I looked at Grant, who was now staring at the big screen, seemingly lost in thought. So, I blurted out, "Mr. Smith, your friend is Ernest?"

"Hmm? Eh?" Grant turned to me, "What did you say?"

wasn't sure if he genuinely hadn't heard me

have a friend

shaking his

a smile, his eyes on me, but I could tell his

pulled a half-smile, "The tough guy,

chuckled awkwardly, "Really? There's actually someone like that? How do you get along with this tough guy

interested in this tough

would that be convenient?"

"Inconvenient?" I teased.

know. Like yesterday, your friend got all defensive and pretended to be your

friend named Mr. Collins, what's his full name?" I bypassed

his

he old?" I probed further along the

"Not old, but not young either. In

lightly, "Could I meet him

Grant's eyes widened

you said he's single,

"I didn't expect you to be so direct,

while giving

there's a chance, you have to take it. As the saying goes, happiness must be seized," I teased

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