Chapter 495 She Is the Goddess Who Needed Be Propitiated
When Marshall got off work and arrived home, he did not see Frances Mason. He was surprised.
Khalid Grant had not come back yet. He had a dinner party tonight.
Katherine Jordan was in the room. She looked at her cellphone lying on the bed.
Marshall went in and got off his coat, “Isn’t my mother here?”
“Yep,” Katherine Jordan answered, without looking at Marshall. “Mason’s family felt that it was not
appropriate for her to live here, so they called her back.”
Marshall was surprise because he had never thought of this point. Then he thought it carefully, and got
into a conclusion that it was reasonable.
He nodded. “I don't know how my dad going to react when he gets back.”
Katherine Jordan said, “I am looking forward to what he would do next.”
Khalid Grant changed a suit of household clothes. Then the cellphone that he threw on the bed rang.
He had already sat on the bed, so he took the cellphone and answered it. The voice of the other side
was a little low, so Katherine Jordan could not hear it.
Marshall listened for a while, then he stood up, “Wait a minute. Please speak slowly.”
As he said this, he was already walking outside.
Katherine Jordan was surprise. She turned to look at Marshall.
She did not know who made the call. He even avoided her to hear.
Katherine Jordan stared at the door for a while, and then she turned her gaze. Now she had no
curiosity about Marshall’s slightly furtive behavior.
And there Marshall stood in the corridor with furrowed brows.
His subordinate told him about the matter. “Okay,” Marshall said, “You can deal with this matter directly.
You know how to do, right?”
His subordinate paused for a moment, obviously a little surprised, “Won’t you and madam come
forward?”
Marshall chuckled, “No need. She doesn’t have any relationship with us. There’s no need to see her.”
The man thought about it and said, “I see.”
Marshall reminded him, “Don't hit too hard. If you can drive them out of the door, just drive them away.”
Receiving his commission, the subordinate hung up the phone.
Marshall didn’t look very well.
He looked back at the bedroom door, then turned and went downstairs.
Originally, since Reuben Jordan was beaten, he thought Reuben Jordan would tell the woman to
restrain herself. He did not expect that both of them were dying for money.
Marshall smoked a cigarette downstairs. Before long Old Mrs. Grant said the dinner was ready.
No need to call him, Marshall went downstairs himself.
Since Khalid Grant had a party this day and Frances Mason returned home, it was quiet around the
dining table.
Old Mrs. Grant looked at Khalid Grant and Frances Mason’s seats and sighed, “More people more
lively. Since they are not here, I feel lost."
Katherine Jordan smiled, “You can let elder Mr. Grant go over and pick up Frances. Soon the house will
be lively again.”
Marshall, who was having his dinner headed down, said, “When dad comes back, I will tell him about it.
Let’s see what his opinion is.”
Old Mrs. Grant looked at Katherine Jordan, and then looked at Marshall. She just smiled and didn’t say
anything.
As soon as Marshall finished his dinner and put down the folks, his cellphone rang.
He took a look at the cellphone. Then he picked it up and went out of the dining room.
Marshall gave a quick glance at his cellphone just now. When she saw the caller ID, she knew the call
was made by one of Marshall’s subordinates.
With silent lips, Katherine Jordan looked at the sight of Marshall’s back disappeared from the living
room, and then she tutted twice, “What a busy day for him!”
Old Mrs. Grant took a tissue and wiped her mouth. “Don't worry. He must be busy because of his
business.”
After finishing, Grandma Grant added, “Marshall has a character that a common girl would not have a
crush on him.”
Katherine Jordan raised eyebrows. Old Mrs. Grant could not appreciate her grandson rightly. Marshall’s
character and temper were not so good though, he was rich with a handsome look. Besides, he had
good moral. All of these will certainly made up his unpleasant personality.
Marshall answered the phone as he came out of the living room.
“Sir, there's been a little trouble,” His subordinate said.
“Well,” Marshall said, he was not very surprised. “What’s up?”
The subordinate sighed, “The woman had foreseen that we would do so. When she was caught by us,
she was desperate. She knocked her head against the wall directly while we did not pay attention to
her just now. She was bleeding, and she refused us to deal with her wound. Her bleeding head made
her daughter, who followed her scared and crying. The little girl was very young. We don’t know how to
deal with that.”
Considering the woman and the girl had some relationship with Katherine Jordan, the subordinates
really could not know how to do.
To the subordinate’s surprise, Marshall laughed and said, “She had the smarts. Is she badly injured?”
The subordinate said it was not serious. “But she made a big noise. She required seeing madam. As
she is one of madam’s relatives, we are afraid of madam will feel uncomfortable if we treated the
woman too badly.”
Marshall thought about it, “Where are you? It’s time for me to come forward.”
He really did not expect that woman would make such an effort.
It seemed that she was quite determined.
The subordinate immediately reported the address to him. “Okay,” Marshall answered and hung up the
phone.
He put his foot up toward the parking lot. He took a couple of steps, and then he thought about it and
stopped.
He stood there, hesitated for a moment. Then he turned and returned to the living room.
Katherine Jordan had finished her dinner. She came out of the dining room with Old Mrs. Grant.
When she saw Marshall came in, she did not think too much, “Are you done with the phone?"
“Yes,” Marshall said, “Would you like to go a place with me?”
Katherine Jordan was surprised, “Where are you going? You're so serious.”
Marshall’s brows furrowed slightly. “Go to see a person. I think you probably should show up.”
Katherine Jordan gazed at Marshall for a while. Gradually she seemed to understand it.
She nodded, “Okay, I'll go with you.”
Then Katherine Jordan went upstairs to dress up. Old Mrs. Grant looked at Marshall, “What happened?
It seemed very serious.”
“It's not so serious.” Marshall said, “One of Katherine’s relatives is trying to get something from us.
Katherine Jordan is unwilling to give her, and the person doesn’t want to leave.”
Old Mrs. Grant was stunned when she heard of that, “Such a kind of person! Give some money to let
him or her go away, don’t bring a lot of trouble.”
Marshall sighed, “It’s not so simple. The appetite of the person is not small.”
In fact, Marshall ever thought about to give the woman some money. After all she gave birth to
Katherine Jordan.
But he surmised if Katherine Jordan knew that someday, she would blame him.
She's his goddess now. He could not mess with her.
Katherine Jordan dressed up and went downstairs. She looked very neat.
She said, “Let’s go.”
Marshall had an uncontrollable urge to laugh. It seemed that Katherine Jordan was going to blame
somebody from her manner.
She was spirited and manly.
Old Mrs. Grant lowered her voice and said to Marshall, “Take care. As they are relatives, be careful
about what to say. If you said something wrong, they may start the fight. Take care to prevent that.”
Marshall nodded immediately, “Okay. I promise you. Don’t worry.”
Katherine Jordan did not wait for Marshall. She strode the parking lot.
It was not because she wanted to see the woman immediately. She just wanted to get it over.
Otherwise it would keep bothering her like a thorn in her heart.
Katherine Jordan waited beside the car. Marshall came over then and touched Katherine Jordan’s face,
“Don’t be impulsive when we meet them. No matter what happens I will always by your side and solve
the problems for you.”
“All right,” Katherine Jordan answered simply.
She did not need others’ help to solve the problem. She can address it herself.
She was not afraid of anything.
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