MainNovelJust as the atmosphere in the room grew tense, someone knocked on the private lounge door.
Julian and his bodyguards appeared at the entrance.
Grace instantly regretted leaving a crack in the door.
Julian walked in slowly and placed Daphne's phone down beside Grace. "Ms. Lambert, this number cfrom the assistant your father left behind. Don't you think you owean explanation?" If it had been anyone else, they might've thrown Sebastian under the bus, but Grace was different.
At this moment, she felt trapped between a rock and a hard place-Ethan was still upset, and now the devil himself, Julian, had shown up.
Her mind raced for a few seconds before she gave a composed smile.
"Sebastian hasn't used this number for years. He gave it away a long tago.
Mr. Sidler, if you want to pin something onusing that, it's a little far-fetched, don't you think?" Julian sat across from her, resting his elbow on the back of the chair. His posture was lazy, but it carried an undeniable arrogance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You had a conflict with Daphne at the gala, and recently, you've been involved in a project with that illegitimate son. Usingto get rid of him-that's a smart move." As he spoke, he casually tossed the phone in his palm.
Grace's remained steady. All of that was just Julian's speculations-he had no proof.
"Mr. Sidler, I've had run-ins with plenty of people in Druville. Why are you so sure it isn't someone else trying to frme?" Grace countered.
Julian couldn't help admiring her guts. Even at a tlike this, she still had the nerve to lie with a straight face.
He turned to Ethan and pushed the phone across the table.
It slid in a straight line and stopped in front of Ethan.
The message was clear: if Ethan didn't want to pursue it, then Julian would just drop the matter.
When she saw this, Grace felt her heart leap to her throat-Ethan was still angry with her.
She took a deep breath and discreetly reached out under the table, tugging at his sleeve.
Ethan lowered his gaze to her fingers. He raised his brow but said nothing.
However, he did not pull his arm away.
Grace knew that Ethan was the more reasonable of the two.
She maintained a calm appearance, but under the table, her fingers tugged at his sleeve again, clearly begging for his help.
Across from them, Julian slowly pulled his arm back from the chair.
To him, Grace was clearly pretending to be calm, while his best friend sat there quietly, lips faintly curved.
Julian's gaze returned to Grace, and his tone deepened.
"Ms. Lambert, why did you stop defending yourself? Do go on." Grace was still tugging at Ethan's sleeve when Julian suddenly spoke up. Startled, her hand twitched and her pinky accidentally brushed against Ethan's.
Ethan's other hand, which was holding a teacup, trembled ever so slightly. A few drops spilled onto the table.
Grace quickly grabbed a tissue, leaned over, and wiped the spill.
In a low voice, she whispered, "Mr.
Henderson, please say a few words to helpout here. I'll send smagnolia to Palm Bay later With that, she quickly sat back down and looked calmly at Julian.
Ethan rubbed his pinky lightly, seemingly lost in thought. Only When e Grace softly cleared her throat did he lower his gaze.
"Julian, let's drop this."
Julian looked at Grace, then at Ethan, and slowly got up. He walked over and picked up the phone that had slid across the table.
"Alright."
Grace let out a silent breath. It the show quite a seemed Julian really did bit of respect to Ethan.
Once Julian left, only the two of them remained in the private lounge.
Grace fell silent. She had always thought Ethan resented her-even hated her-especially after the incident with Andrea, where she had ruined everything.
But now, when she truly needed help, he didn't hesitate to step in.
As she was lost in thought, her chair was suddenly dragged toward him by a strong force.
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