Daniel Marshall furrowed his brows, a streak of sharpness flitting over his handsome and impassive face.
Then, he threw several photos in front of Grace Ziegler, "How do you explain this?"
Grace's body went stiff, her trembling hand reaching for the photos.
She was taken aback and stared at Chief Daniel Marshall with widened eyes, "After my meeting with a client yesterday afternoon, she suddenly asked me to play golf with her. Seeing that I had no other matters to attend to and that she was alone, I decided to accompany her since my shift was over."
Grace had never thought that she had been under surveillance and that the information even reached the president.
Even though she might be a bit scheming, she didn't do anything wrong. In fact, she didn't even know what was happening or where she went wrong.
Neither did she know who would want to harm her.
