No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

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?"

he genuinely hadn't heard me

a friend named

echoed, shaking his head, "No, who's

a smile, his eyes on me, but I could

half-smile, "The tough guy,

someone like that? How do you get along with this tough guy friend?

replied, "Mr. Smith, you seem pretty interested in this tough guy friend of mine.

be convenient?"

"Inconvenient?" I teased.

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

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

um..." Grant stumbled over his words,

old?" I probed further

but not young either. In

lightly, "Could I

widened in surprise and

"Mr. Smith, you said he's

twitched, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "I didn't expect you to be so direct, setting yourself

giving me

good men are rare, so whenever there's a chance, you have to take it. As the saying goes, happiness