Chapter 202 Omari and Xavier Meet
Grace was puzzled. "Can an insurance salesman come here?" she murmured ho herself.
But she didn't dwell on it and continued eating her food. However, the doorbell kept ringing.
Xavier had no intention of opening the door, and Grace heard a voice at the door, seemingly calling her name.
Omari, who was at the door, had just seen Xavier. He was shocked that Xavier was here. Xavier and Grace were alone inside; could something happen between them?
Thinking of this, Omari pressed the doorbell and knocked harder.
"Who is it? Do I know them?" Grace said as she prepared to open the door.
Xavier stopped her. "Do you have a mask?"
"Over there." Grace fetched a disposable mask and observed Xavier as he deftly tore open the package.
She thought it was because Xavier didn't want to be recognized, so he needed to wear a mask.
Unexpectedly, after opening the package, Xavier put the mask on her face, covering her tightly. He even adjusted her hair to cover her forehead, leaving only her eyes visible.
After doing this, Xavier went to open the door.
"Mr. Montgomery? What are you doing here? Where's Grace?" Omari asked promptly.
"Omari, what do you need?" Grace didn't expect it to be Omari since Xavier claimed it was an insurance salesman.
Grace glanced at Xavier. It seemed Xavier had deliberately closed the door. She wasn't wearing makeup today, so Xavier had specifically given her a mask.
"I was actually with Angela when you called her. She had a prior commitment this afternoon and couldn't make it, so she sent me in your place to make sure you were alright." Omari lugged around an assortment of items, from fruits to various food items.
"I'm fine, just a regular cold. No need to worry," Grace said.
"Well, don't say so. Have you seen a doctor?" Omari ignored Xavier and asked with concern.
Xavier's expression was very cold, even slightly annoyed.
Before Grace could speak, Xavier said, "She's seen the doctor and taken medicine. Mr. Turner, there's no need to worry. You've seen her now; she's fine and doesn't have time to entertain guests, so you can leave."
"Mr. Montgomery, why are you here?"
"That's none of your business, is it?" Xavier replied.
Omari suddenly realized. "Are you here on behalf of Ryan? If so, you've seen that Grace is fine, so you can leave too."
"I'm not like you. I'm a guest she invited, right?"
Both Xavier and Omari looked at Grace. Even if she was slow, she could feel the intense tension between them.
It seemed these two really disliked each other.
"You're both welcomed guests here," Grace diplomatically remarked.
However, it was evident that Xavier wasn't quite content with Grace's response, as he found it hard to accept being lumped in with Omari in the same category.
Mason was right; if he had come a bit later, Omari might have taken advantage of the situation.
Omari was like a fox, his intentions were obvious, but Grace couldn't see it. If Omari really took care of Grace, she would be very touched, and then his foolish nephew would be left in the dust.
Xavier moved slightly and mouthed to Grace, "Make him leave."
Grace picked up on Xavier's subtle hint. She also sensed that Omari's visit to check on her was unnecessary.
"I'm honestly doing much better now, just dealing with a minor cold. I don't want you to catch it from me, Omari. You should head back. Aren't you supposed to meet Angela for dinner? Oh, and please let Angela know that there's no need to worry about me," said Grace.
"It's okay, I'm healthy and not afraid of getting infected. Besides, Angela asked me to come. If I don't take good care of you, I won't be able to explain it to her, right?" Omari used Angela as an excuse.
"I brought you some fruits and food. I'll put them inside," Omari said as he tried to bring the items in.
"Well, thank you. Xavier brought me food, and I can't finish it all. Why don't you take it to Angela? It would be a waste to leave it here." As Grace spoke, she felt Xavier's cold gaze.
She knew Xavier misunderstood her relationship with Omari. They were just ordinary friends, or not even that, as they rarely interacted.
Omari probably came because Angela asked him to.
"I want to rest now, Omari. You should go back. We can have dinner together with Angela another time."
Omari nodded. "Alright, take care. I'll visit you again when you're better. If you need anything, call Angela or me. We're always available."
Grace nodded. "Okay, thank you."
Omari glanced at Xavier, asking, "Mr. Montgomery, aren't you leaving?"
Grace said, "He's about to leave too."
Xavier remained silent but said inwardly, 'Who says I am leaving?'
"Step out so I can close the door," Xavier said, pushing Omari out and closing the door.
Grace didn't rush to take off the mask, looking at Xavier with her moist eyes. "I think you should leave too. You must be busy with work. I'm really fine. What if I infect you?"
"I'm already here; a little more time won't hurt. Do you think I'm so weak that I can be easily infected by you?"
Xavier's eyes darkened. "Or do you want me to leave quickly so you can call Omari back?"
"I didn't think that," said Grace.
Omari had already left; why would Xavier think that?
"Then go eat properly. From now on, you can see who's outside through the door lock. If it's Omari, don't open the door," Xavier suggested.
"Okay." Grace simply nodded, removed her mask, and resumed eating in silence. She was well aware of Xavier's disdain towards Omari.
Having already eaten lunch, Xavier found himself not craving any more food. Instead, he reached for the two books lying nearby and settled in to immerse himself in their pages.
"You read this?" Xavier asked, noting their niche nature, not exactly the kind of reading material most people would gravitate towards.
Grace said while eating, "Mason gave them to me. They have a lot of his notes, which I find very insightful, even more so than the original content."
Xavier flipped through the books and saw familiar handwriting. "You said these are Mason's notes?"
The books looked well-read, with yellowing pages, showing their age. These were probably the books he had Mason read when Mason first started working with him.
All the scribbled notes belonged to him. During that period, he immersed himself in these subjects, devouring countless finance books, dissecting market trends, and implementing real-world strategies.
He navigated this complex terrain without a mentor, solely relying on his own instincts, without any quick fixes, learning from numerous missteps along the journey.
Grace said, "I think so?"
She wasn't sure if Mason wrote them, but the notes were insightful, containing ideas that even many business leaders might not have thought of.
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