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?"

hadn't

friend named Ernest?" I

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

his eyes on me, but I could tell

"The tough guy, the

awkwardly, "Really? There's actually someone like that? How

pretty interested in this tough guy friend of mine. Maybe you

but... would that be convenient?"

"Inconvenient?" I teased.

yesterday, your friend got

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

um..." Grant stumbled over his words, "I call

is he old?" I probed

"Not old, but not young either.

nodded lightly, "Could I meet

Grant's eyes widened in surprise

smiled. "Mr. Smith, you said he's

nervous chuckle. "I didn't expect you to be

while giving me

men are rare, so whenever there's a chance, you have to take it. As the saying goes, happiness must be seized," I