If it were William Thompson looking at her like that, all she would feel inside was extreme disgust. But...

　　Just as things were getting rather awkward between the two, their colleague Edward Parker walked out of the section chief’s office and came over to Grace Foster’s desk. “Grace Foster, the section chief wants to see you.”

　　Grace Foster responded with an “oh,” her expression a bit surprised and suspicious, and her gaze involuntarily drifted toward Henry Carter.

　　Henry Carter crossed his arms lazily and walked back to the desk next to Grace Foster’s, plopping down into his chair. He grinned and said, “Go on. If he tries anything funny, just slap him hard. This is the company, nothing will happen.”

　　Grace Foster gave a soft “mm,” feeling inexplicably a bit more at ease, then stood up and headed toward the section chief’s office. Meanwhile, the messenger Edward Parker couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard Henry Carter’s words...

　　This guy is seriously badass.

　　Henry Carter rested his chin on one hand, watching Grace Foster’s graceful figure. Her fitted professional skirt hugged her hips, and as she walked, it accentuated two perfect curves—utterly alluring.

　　Henry Carter stared without blinking, his mind involuntarily wandering to other, more romantic scenes. His expression grew a bit more animated, but just then, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. Henry Carter’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look.

　　Not far away, the head of the sales department, Linda Warren, was accompanying the boss, Evelyn Clark, as they walked over. Evelyn Clark was tall and slender, her silver-gray business suit making her look sharp and capable. Her beautiful face, however, was tinged with a cold aloofness that gave her an air of distance. As she listened to Linda Warren’s report, her gaze—sharp as a sword—fell straight on Henry Carter, icy and carrying a hint of disdain.

　　Clearly, Henry Carter’s ogling of Grace Foster’s hips had not escaped her notice.

　　Henry Carter gave an awkward smile and looked away, feeling helpless. Why wasn’t she staying in her top-floor CEO office? What was she doing in the sales department? Sigh, caught red-handed by her...

　　Evelyn Clark walked straight past Henry Carter. Although she appeared not to glance sideways, Henry Carter could feel her “looking” at him, and he distinctly heard a barely audible cold snort.

　　She was already dissatisfied with him in every way, and now, having seen him leering at Grace Foster’s hips, her dislike for him would surely skyrocket...

　　Henry Carter pretended to open his computer for work, but instead started playing Dou Dizhu. He’d only played two rounds before Grace Foster returned, but her expression didn’t look good.

　　“What’s wrong? Did he say something to force you to agree to him again?”

　　Grace Foster shook her head bitterly.

　　Henry Carter was a bit puzzled. “Then why do you look like that? Did he try to touch you? Which hand did he use? Tell Brother Carter, and I’ll go break it for you.”

　　“No...” Grace Foster sat back in her office chair, a bit helpless. “He just told me to go collect that one million payment from Kaige Company, and said my performance during these two months of internship hasn’t been good. If I can recover this payment, I can be made permanent; otherwise...”

　　Henry Carter let out a sigh of relief and laughed. “Then just go collect it. Isn’t it usually easy to collect company payments?”

　　Grace Foster frowned miserably. “If it were easy, I wouldn’t be worried. That bad debt from Kaige Company was problematic from the start. Now it’s basically impossible to recover. We’ve tried legal channels and private means, but nothing works. That’s why this debt was specially approved—whoever recovers the money gets a 5% commission. But no one’s been able to do it. Last week, Little Harris went to collect and ended up angering them so much he got his leg broken. He’s still in the hospital...”

　　Henry Carter couldn’t help but laugh and cry. “So the debtor is the boss and the lender is the sucker, huh? What’s the background of this company, so arrogant?”

　　Grace Foster shook her head. “I’m not really sure. I just heard the boss of that company is connected to Ray Leonard in our city...”

　　“Ray Leonard?”

　　Henry Carter raised his eyebrows. “That name sounds pretty fierce. Is he a big shot?”

　　“Of course he’s a big shot. Ray Leonard is the CEO of Mingguang Group on the surface, but in reality, he’s also the president of the Black Panther Society, which is one of the three major underground gangs in Zhonghai City...”

　　Knowing that Henry Carter didn’t understand these things, Grace Foster explained in detail: “Of course, ordinary people like us live in a completely different world from them, so we rarely cross paths. That’s why most people don’t know about it. I only heard about it from colleagues after what happened to Little Harris...”

　　Henry Carter blinked and rubbed his somewhat rough chin with his big hand. “Underground gangs, huh? That’s interesting...”

　　“Interesting, huh.” Grace Foster glared at Henry Carter and said bitterly, “They want me to go collect from Kaige Company. Who knows, I might end up in real trouble. No wonder my eyelid kept twitching this morning...”

　　Suddenly, Henry Carter seemed to understand. “If this debt is so hard to collect, why would he send a woman like you? He’s obviously making things difficult for you, using this as an excuse to get back at you for rejecting him before. That guy—looks decent on the outside, but he’s rotten inside...”

　　Of course Grace Foster understood this, but William Thompson spoke so righteously, acting all official—what could she do?

　　Grace Foster wasn’t a well-connected insider like Henry Carter; she was just an ordinary employee.