The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot-Chapter 198: Sudden Visit

The young girl’s hair was particularly black and very soft, smoothing it felt very silky and had an exceptionally good texture.

Leo Grant brushed it little by little, his movements were very gentle, afraid of hurting the young girl.

After smoothing the hair, he used a hair tie to tie Holly Sawyer’s hair into a low ponytail. The hair was loose and somewhat awkward.

His actions were also quite clumsy, after all, it was his first time.

"It’s a bit ugly. It’s my first time tying a ponytail, I will learn more in the future."

Leo Grant looked at his handiwork and slightly frowned, saying that the hairstyle was indeed a bit ugly.

The first time tying someone’s hair, Leo Grant felt he had no idea where to start, and he had no feeling for it.

"It’s not bad."

Holly Sawyer’s smile was particularly gentle as she slowly spoke.

Although it was indeed a bit messy, it was still worth encouraging.

"Let’s go have breakfast."

Leo Grant held Holly Sawyer’s hand and walked toward the dining room, a soft smile on his lips.

It seems he needs to find something to practice with, not wanting to use the young girl’s hair for practice, afraid of hurting her.

The breakfast that Leo Grant prepared was particularly rich, all of it what Holly Sawyer wanted to eat.

"Brother, you don’t need to prepare such a lavish breakfast, something simpler will do."

Holly Sawyer gently bit her lip, looking at the lavish breakfast in front, she slowly spoke.

The preparation of each breakfast dish takes quite some time. Leo Grant must have woken up very early to make so many.

Leo Grant also has work to do and waking too early would leave him with insufficient rest.

She would feel heartache for him.

"The young girl needs to replenish nutrition, she needs to eat more."

Leo Grant didn’t mind and gave Holly Sawyer a dumpling.

Making a lavish breakfast for someone you like is actually a kind of enjoyment, and Leo Grant quite liked this feeling.

Every time he saw Holly Sawyer looking at the breakfast with her eyes shining, his mood inexplicably improved.

When the young girl was happy, he would be happy too.

"I would feel heartache for you, breakfast doesn’t need so many types, just enough is fine, I don’t eat much in the morning."

Holly Sawyer looked at Leo Grant and spoke seriously.

Her appetite in the morning had always been not very good, so she ate relatively little for breakfast.

"Okay, I’ll ask you in advance what you want to eat in the future."

Leo Grant nodded as he spoke.

He also felt quite tired but never said it, thinking that as long as Holly Sawyer was happy, whether he was tired or not wasn’t important.

Holly Sawyer nodded, smiling lightly: "Okay."

She hoped that Leo Grant would be there for all three meals throughout the year and to eat the breakfast he personally made was a kind of happiness.

But she didn’t want this happiness to be based on Leo Grant’s exhaustion.

If Leo Grant got tired, she would feel heartache.

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Leo Grant went to work, and Holly Sawyer, like a salted fish, curled up on the sofa with a blanket on her legs, watching Korean dramas intently.

The life of chasing dramas was so good, she loved this feeling.

She had things worth being busy for in spring, summer, and fall but turned into a salted fish without ideals or labor in winter.

Every day lazily staying in the warm indoors, watching dramas, reading novels, eating snacks, so leisurely.

Holly Sawyer was glad to have sufficient funds and ability to support her winter lifestyle as a salted fish.

The doorbell suddenly rang, Holly Sawyer ran to open the door and was stunned when she saw the person at the door.

Standing at the door was Henry Hughes, dressed in all black, his hair a bit messy. The moment he saw Holly Sawyer, his gaze noticeably lit up.

"Why are you here?"

Holly Sawyer blocked the doorway, evidently not planning to let Henry Hughes in, her tone a bit cold.

"To see you."

Henry Hughes’s gaze was burning.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Holly Sawyer leaned against the door, her voice indifferent.

The wind outside was quite strong. Holly Sawyer wasn’t wearing much, and she was already feeling cold.

"It’s cold outside, can I come in?"

Henry Hughes said, knowing Holly Sawyer was afraid of the cold.

"Hmm."

Holly Sawyer went inside.

Henry Hughes followed closely, helping Holly Sawyer close the door.

"Do you know about the drug trafficking incident?"

Henry Hughes had just sat down and couldn’t wait to look at Holly Sawyer, taking a deep breath.

"What?"

Holly Sawyer was momentarily stunned, frowning as she looked at Henry Hughes.

Clearly not understanding what he meant.

Henry Hughes’s identity was very mysterious. Holly Sawyer didn’t know what he did, only that his identity was not simple.

His work was very demanding, often leaving at a phone call, not daring to delay a moment.

"There’s someone conducting drug trafficking near your headquarters."

Henry Hughes took a breath and spoke slowly.

When he discovered this, he was clearly stunned.

The Pantheon people were always law-abiding, operating on a "don’t provoke and won’t be provoked" principle, hardly engaging in illegal activities.

Holly Sawyer suddenly lifted her gaze, a murderous intent rose in her eyes.

Henry Hughes felt a bit creepy looking at her, unable to find any words to describe her gaze.

He had always known Holly Sawyer was never a cute little bunny, not as gentle and weak as she seemed, but he had never seen such a terrifying expression on Holly Sawyer before.

"Is it credible?"

Holly Sawyer looked at Henry Hughes and asked.

So are the people at The Pantheon all dead?

Henry Hughes nodded.

"Ha, good one, right at the door."

Holly Sawyer had a disposable cup at hand, she directly crushed it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash.

If The Pantheon had no internal traitor, she wouldn’t believe it.

The Pantheon had been established for so many years, and no one dared to make trouble nearby. No one dared to conduct transactions of these illicit goods nearby.

The Pantheon always had tight security.

"So you didn’t participate?"

Henry Hughes stared into Holly Sawyer’s eyes, asking seriously.

"What, suspecting me?"

Holly Sawyer raised an eyebrow, her eyes coldly looking at Henry Hughes.

Henry Hughes shook his head; he just wanted to confirm one more time.

"I, Holly Sawyer, in this life have killed people, raced cars, researched poisons. I have never been a kind person, but I have never touched drugs."

"The Pantheon has always followed the rules, not fighting, not competing. The people we’ve hurt have always sought it on themselves, never initiating trouble."

Holly Sawyer stood up abruptly, coldly looking at Henry Hughes, her voice also cold.

Yes, she was never a good person, had done many bad things, but she had never touched drugs.

This was her taboo.

"I know, I just wanted to confirm it once more."

Henry Hughes nodded.

"You can leave now."

Holly Sawyer issued an order for him to leave, coldly looking at Henry Hughes.

Indeed, not welcoming him.

"I can assist you in the investigation, and this happens to be my professional duty."

Henry Hughes showed no intention to leave, and slowly spoke.

He had found some clues, but not much more.

Holly Sawyer wanted to investigate, and Henry Hughes needed to as well. They could collaborate together.