Grace thought it would be over after lunch.
But obviously, someone didn't think so.
Grace was helpless, "Mr. Franklin, you have also eaten beef noodles." He ate three bowls!
"Yeah, beef noodles are delicious."
"..." Were they discussing beef noodles?
"Mr. Franklin, can you stop following me?" How could this person be like glue?
"Mr. Franklin, I said, you bring the money to Royal Club, I will not let you down. You can do whatever
you want."
A wicked smile was on Franklin’s face. He said softly, "Anything?"
Someone started setting her up.
"Yes, you are rich. Bring money to Royal Club. You are a guest, and the guest is the king."
"Oh..." He gave another long "Oh", which was very meaningful, but Grace couldn't understand his
meaning at this moment. "See you tonight."
After speaking, he turned and pushed his bicycle away.
Grace couldn't figure it out. She didn’t understand Franklin. However, she was finally relieved... He
finally left.
If he continued to stand downstairs in her dormitory... Grace carefully glanced at the people around her.
"Hey, girl, the one just now is your brother?" A woman ran over.
"...No."
"Oh, your colleague?"
Grace shook her head again.
"Oh, whatever. Girl, the little niece of mine just graduated this year. She just doesn't have a boyfriend
yet. Can you introduce him to my niece?"
The woman grabbed her arm. Grace couldn't bear such enthusiasm. She looked at this woman in
embarrassment... She couldn't tell this woman that Franklin was her "guest", right?
"Hey, how could you ask her so rashly? What if that man is this little girl's boyfriend?"
"No, it's impossible. That man is so good. This little girl...Oh, little girl, I don't mean you are not worthy
of that good man. That is, that is... …Oh! No! Little girl, don’t be angry."
Grace nodded indiscriminately. She felt a little embarrassed and quickly walked upstairs.
The chatting voices of those women could still be heard.
"How could you say that in front of her? Aren’t you afraid of hurting her?"
"Well, I'm straightforward. I'm honest. You all know this little girl and that man don't match.
Besides, I live next door to her house. Although I don't know where she works, she comes back in the
middle of night..."
Grace speeded up unconsciously.
When she returned home, her face was so pale.
The words of those women seemed inadvertently, but Grace had already had it to her heart.
She couldn't respond to Franklin's feelings. When he looked at her, he looked so serious and
persistent, but the more so, the dirtier she felt herself.
She went into the bathroom to wash her face. Propping herself up on her hands on the sink, she raised
her head to look at herself in the mirror. Fiddling with the hair on her forehead, she carefully took a look
at her scar on her forehead. Then she looked down from the scar. She saw a pale face.
Her hand slowly touched her back waist... The empty touch reminded her that she was not a complete
normal person.
The surroundings were quiet enough that she could hear the sound of her heartbeat, so she moved her
hands up and slowly reached her heart.
The thumping heart in the left atrium...Except for a beating heart, what else did she have?
The firmness on her face became firmer. She didn’t match him.
…
But it seemed that this matter was not the final decision by Grace.
When night came, under the colorful lights, how many people with withered souls look for the so-called
"soul" and "happiness" in different corners under the lights of the city?
"Grace, Room 602, you are called." A waiter knocked on the door of the lounge and passed a message
to Grace.
Grace quickly stood up, followed the waiter, and reached the sixth floor.
"Sir, Grace is here."
The waiter knocked on the door, then turned to leave.
Grace stood at the door of the private room.
The hand that was about to reach out paused in the air. The door was opened from the inside. After
seeing who he was, Grace froze there.
Standing in the middle of the private room, Franklin showed a brilliant smile which was more eye-
catching, "Grace, your guest is here."
Grace had some headaches. She felt some helpless… He was really there.
Putting down her hand, she walked into the private room, "It's so boring here." Before she could enter
the private room, Franklin grabbed her hand, "Go, I'll take you out to play."
"...I'm at work, Mr. Franklin."
"I am your guest. Didn't you say that the guest is supreme, and that the guest is the king? Didn't you
say that if I bring money to Royal Club tonight, you will not let me down?" Franklin smirked. Suddenly,
he leaned over to Grace. His head pressed against Grace's ear. His thin lips were so close to Grace’s
ears that they almost touched Grace's ears. He said evilly,
"Didn't you say that, I can do whatever I want?"
He smirked again. He deliberately exhaled a breath of heat to Grace's ear on purpose.
"Oh... Did you deliberately fool me? Grace, you are not kind."
Grace's ears were a little sensitive which immediately turned red. She hurriedly dodged. Her waist was
grasped by a strong arm. Franklin moved his head closer. His thin lips slid ambiguously over her ears.
"Let's go. Let's go out to play. The private room is boring. If you don't go, you are disrespectful to your
guest. If you don't go...I will go to your dormitory and wait for you downstairs tomorrow."
How could he do like this?
Grace's expression changed several times!
She gritted teeth, "Mr. Franklin, I'm at work!" She deliberately emphasized her words to remind him of
this!
"I know, I am more familiar with Royal Club's rules than you. If I take you out, I’ll register it. I’ll pay by
the hour. If it’s not okay, I'll ask for leave for you, okay?"
He took out another stack of banknotes. "Here." He put the money in front of Grace. "You can treat it as
a job. I promise I'll just take you to supper. Noah Hu said if I don’t take my little girlfriend there, he won’t
cook it for me... Grace, Grace, Grace..."
"Stop calling." She was irritated when heard his calling.
"You accompany me to supper."
Grace looked at Franklin. It seemed that he had made up his mind. Her temples were a little bit painful,
then she rubbed it. "Just eating supper?"
"Yes. Just eat supper." Hee-hee...
"... All right."
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