Frank Foster's expression changed, and a flash of anger appeared behind his gold-rimmed glasses, because that was exactly what he had been thinking. If it had been anyone else coming to collect the debt, he wouldn't have bothered at all. But the moment he saw Grace Foster, he was a bit tempted, which was why he changed his attitude, warmly received her, and even set a trap to lure Grace Foster in...

The whole thing about a friend owing money was just an excuse. He had plenty of money in his pocket; he just didn't want to pay it back.

He could tell that after he threw out this bait, the mermaid was about to bite, but this man suddenly showed up and ruined everything. The duck that was almost in his hand flew away—how could he not be angry?

Although Grace Foster didn't have much social experience, she wasn't stupid. Henry Carter had made things so clear that if she still didn't understand, that would be truly strange. The anger in Frank Foster's eyes further proved the truth of Henry Carter's words. Thinking about how she had hesitated just now, Grace Foster couldn't help but feel both ashamed and annoyed.

"Mr. Zhou, please behave yourself."

Seeing Grace Foster even move her body back a little, her eyes full of wariness, Frank Foster knew there was no point pretending anymore. He straightened his suit, leaned back on the sofa, and sneered, "Since you insist on putting it that way, I have nothing more to say. Please, both of you, see yourselves out. I won't be seeing you off."

Henry Carter looked at the now-unmasked Frank Foster and couldn't help but chuckle, "These days, it's true—the one who owes money is the boss..."

Frank Foster laughed loudly, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth: I have the money, but I just won't pay it back. What are you going to do about it?"

Frank Foster's gaze fell on Grace Foster's face again. "Miss Zhou, I heard that if you manage to collect this debt, you get a certain percentage as a reward. If Miss Zhou would do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight, I might consider giving you the money... What do you say, Miss Zhou?"

Grace Foster looked at Frank Foster with disgust and stood up. "Brother Yang, let's go."

Frank Foster snorted coldly, "Not seeing you out."

But Henry Carter didn't move, squinting at Frank Foster, "So you've really made up your mind not to pay back the money?"

Frank Foster burst out laughing, "Kid, you'd better leave while you still can, or you'll be crawling out of here. Did you forget what happened to the last guy from your company who came to collect the debt? He was just like you, thought he was the boss, but ended up as the loser..."

Grace Foster tugged on Henry Carter's arm and whispered, "Ignore him, let's go."

Henry Carter frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Frank Foster's face, his eyes deep and unreadable.

For no reason, Frank Foster's heart skipped a beat, and an involuntary sense of fear rose within him.

What was going on?

Grace Foster tugged harder on Henry Carter's arm, "Come on, don't argue with him."

Henry Carter lowered his eyelids, and the strange pressure in Frank Foster's heart suddenly disappeared, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

Grace Foster pulled Henry Carter toward the door. Looking at Henry Carter's tall and broad back, Frank Foster thought of his own reaction just now and immediately felt embarrassed. He sneered at Henry Carter's back, "Loser!"

Henry Carter's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, letting Grace Foster pull him out the door with both hands.

...

At the entrance of Kaige Company.

Grace Foster let go of Henry Carter's hand, her face slightly flushed.

Just now, Grace Foster was afraid Henry Carter would lose his temper and get into a fight with Frank Foster, which would definitely end badly for them. In her panic, she dragged Henry Carter out, hugging his arm with both hands, her soft chest pressing tightly against his arm. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now that they were outside, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Henry Carter clearly felt the soft sensation on his arm, and his mood couldn't help but flutter.

"We haven't even gotten the money back yet, why are we leaving already?"

Grace Foster glared at Henry Carter, "That guy is no good at all. If we kept talking, we might end up repeating the same mistake..."

Henry Carter knew Grace Foster was referring to the colleague who got beaten up before. He shrugged and smiled, "You're right. Okay, let's go. Sigh, these days, the rich are all out there owing money, and the poor don't even have the right to owe money..."

Grace Foster rolled her eyes at Henry Carter, "That's just how the world is, what can we do? Come on, let's go back to the office..."

Henry Carter glanced at the time and smiled, "It's about lunchtime. A friend invited me to lunch, so you go back first. I'll come back in the afternoon."

After putting Grace Foster in a taxi and watching it disappear into the traffic, Henry Carter finally turned around and leisurely walked back into Kaige Company.

The group of thugs playing cards looked back at him, and someone sneered, "Hey, that kid's back again. He actually dares to come back—he's got guts..."

A burly man with a scar on his face glanced at his cards, spat on the ground, slammed his cards on the table, and said coldly, "Looks like we're in for some fun today."

The group burst into raucous laughter, completely unrestrained.

Henry Carter ignored the bunch of lackeys and walked straight to Frank Foster's office. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and went in.