"I didn't realize you kept an eye on the Ainsworth Group."
"I check it out from time to time. No harm in it."
Jean Grant watched him, noticing he had a calm and composed air about him.
She held out her glass. "Come on, let's toast!"
He clinked his glass against hers. "Did you come here alone?"
"Yeah. I've been on my own since the divorce."
Nicholas Ainsworth's gaze was placid. "Same here."
Jean Grant glanced aside and saw Marlon Marshall standing at the entrance of the bar. She didn't know when he'd gotten there.
Her pupils constricted. "Do you want to go to a private room upstairs?"
"Alright." He readily agreed.
The two of them went upstairs, one after the other.
Once inside the room, Jean Grant quickly bolted the door. Nicholas Ainsworth was a little surprised by her action.
"Are you hiding from your ex-husband?"
She didn't hesitate to tell the truth. "You saw him, didn't you? We're divorced, but he still hounds me for money whenever he feels like it."
