He felt painful in the chin, and a handsome face suddenly got close to her, "Take a closer look at me!
Who am I?"
With the cold voice and the familiar smell coming on her face, Grace suddenly woke up, "How are
you..."
"What am I doing here?” Caden gave Grace no chance to finish her sentence, sneering at the corners
of his lips. "You ask me? Don't you know that one of my pleasures is to see you being tormented?”
Kirk was shock after hearing that, and looked at his master's right hand.
Drip drop... The master's right hand was still dripping with beads of blood. Why not tell the truth to Miss
Grace?
Caden threw his large hand roughly away from Grace's chin. Suddenly he stood up, dropped his eyes
and gave Grace a look of sympathy, "Get up and come with me."
Although Kirk did not like Grace very much, the woman on the sofa was totally different from the
confident one three years ago, and she had just had a near-death experience. Kirk stepped forward
and offered his hand to Grace with sympathy.
"Doesn't she have feet herself?" Caden's cold eyes fell on Kirk, and with a sudden jolt, Kirk withdrew
his hand from Grace's and stepped back silently.
Grace looked up at the man, only to see his cold face, then slowly propped up the sofa. Like a film in
slow motion, she stood up very slowly. From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed very deliberate.
A person who was almost drown, and was awakened on the spot, would not be as weak as she was.
Now even Kirk's little pity was gone.
Caden looked down at her from above and said coldly, "Did you break your legs?"
Grace held her hands on the sofa with an impossibly strong grip, but for a second, she loosened them
again, not saying a word, not explaining, just quietly clenching her fists, using all her willpower,
speeding up to keep up with the person in front of her.
Suddenly, she stopped beside Mr. Du and spread her hand in front of him.
Mr. Du didn't know what she meant. Because of her pause, the long figure in front of her paused as
well, and turned back to look at her, but he didn't say a word. He saw all her movements in his eyes
silently.
Grace just closes her lips and stared at Mr. Du, pushing her hand closer to him.
Mr. Du's spectacles hung down over the bridge of his nose, and he had lost his former graceful look
and polite appearance. After the flood, his hair and his clothes were all in disorder.
He looked at her palm, and winked, “Miss Grace... What do you mean?"
“Have you forgotten the money? Two million for the show, you have promised."
Grace's gruff voice, even more hoarse because of drowning and choking. It sounded like gravel
rubbing, nasty and unpleasant.
Mr. Du could not help clearing his throat, quickly took out his wallet from his clothes. The check was
already wet, and he could not use it. He hesitated, thinking that the ugly woman's relationship with
Caden must not be simple, so he took a card out of his wallet.
"Miss Grace, the cheque is wet. Take the card..."
Just then a voice sounded, "She dares to take it, and do you dare to give her?"
Mr. Du shook his hand, and looked at the distinguished man in surprise... it was...
“Mr. Shaw, do you mean that... I can’t give Miss Grace the money?" Mr. Du was a businessman, of
course he could understand Caden's words at once, but he was not quite sure of it, and he had a queer
feeling in his heart.
Caden didn't even look at Mr. Du, but he also didn't contradict what Mr. Du said, which suggested that
Mr. Du was right.
Grace's pale face was like covered with a layer of ashes. She turned her head abruptly and said, "You
have no right to decide for me! This is what I deserve! Caden... Mr. Shaw! You cannot and you have no
right to make that decision!"
She was so angry, so angry that she almost forgot the humbleness.
But she... with the broken body she had left, was still as humble as before!
"Why should I do that?" He smiled, with no one knew what his smile meant. The life that she bet was
saved by him! Caden was furious, but his eyes were cold, “Because I am Caden Shaw!”
"It's my own money. It's what I deserve." Her eyes were red and she ducked down, ‘Grace, don't cry,
there's nothing to cry about. No matter how hard it is, I have already gone through it, but I was still
fooled. It doesn’t matter.’
'Grace, your life was cheap and worthless, so cheap that you can take it out to bet at will. When you
decided to gamble on your life, your life was no longer your life, it was just a good in a transaction.
Since it was a transaction, there would be times when the transaction failed... Grace, there was nothing
to be unhappy about. Leona has passed away. There was nothing worthy of your tears, and neither can
Caden!'
“Your money? You deserve it? If you can get what you deserve in this world, then all your work is not
wasted. Don’t you think you deserve to go the ‘Hell’?"
Grace hung her head, her eyes wide open, staring at her toes... ‘Yeah, I should go to hell, but it's
nothing to do with Wallis Venus!
"You ask me why. I will tell you that this is the Royal Club. I have the final say." The man's cold voice
caught Grace's ear. "As for why, I tell you, your life is not worth two million dollars."
Suddenly, an invisible sword ruthlessly pierced through her heart!
Grace subconsciously raised her hands to cover her chest... How she longed to press down on her
chest, to press down on the pain, but her hand, held in midair, hung limp down beside her legs, and
she could say, sensibly, "Mr. Shaw is right. My life is not worth it."
He was the one who said her life was worth nothing, and he was the one who said she should go to
hell, but when she actually said it — my life was worth nothing, Caden freaked out for no reason.
Rubbing irritably through her hair, Caden said roughly, "Come with me!" Then he turned around and
left.
Grace followed in silence.
Caden walked quickly, and Grace, gritting her teeth, kept up with him with all her strength.
Her legs had been painful to the bone, and what left her waist was nothing but pain.
Cold sweats oozed out of her forehead. As a person who would never sweat even under the hot sun,
sweated because of the pain.
She was wet from head to toe, and even in a cold sweat she could not tell whether it was sweat or
water.
Caden took the lead, stepped into the elevator and looked up at the woman who was three or four
meters away, shouting,
"Don’t be so darn poky!"
Grace said gruffly, "I will be right there.” Regardless of the pain in her waist and legs, she sped up to
catch up with him.
As soon as she entered the elevator, she panted and said, "Mr. Shaw, I'm sorry. Luckily, I didn't delay."
As soon as she finished speaking, she rolled her eyes and fell straight toward the ground.
Caden's breathing was stagnant, and his hand was faster than his brain. He stretched out and held her,
"Grace! Don't pretend to be dead!" As he lowered his head, his narrow and long eyes opened wide,
only to find that her lips were glowing with death gray. At this moment, his heart hurt unconsciously and
he hugged her quickly,
"Grace, wake up! Wake up!"
He took the phone again, shouting, "What about Humbert! Is Humbert here? Let him hurry up to the
28th floor! Quickly!"
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