Yancey told Grace that she hated Ethan, but why would she hate him?

Trying to solve all these mysteries had tired her out. She rested her head on the pile of documents, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

She had a dream where she heard children crying and a man's voice interrogating

someone.

The dream was chaotic-it felt like a strange fever dream.

She couldn't see clearly. All she remembered was a pair of deep, penetrating eyes staring at her.

Her heart clenched sharply, and she woke up feeling utterly drained.

When she lifted her head, she saw Jodie and Ethan in front of her.

As usual, Jodie was clinging to Ethan, as if she wanted to glue herself to him.

Ethan had always been polite and kept his distance from other women, but he seemed to be more indulgent toward Jodie.

Jodie deliberately let out two cold scoffs as she walked past Grace's desk.

Grace pretended not to hear her and was about to start writing her report. Just then, a cup of water was splashed onto the documents before her.

She leaned her elbow on the desk,

want to tell you something. My brother went to try on wedding outfits with Alice

you been crying for days because

the dream earlier, and seeing the mess on

oblivious to how Grace was feeling. She even grabbed the document that was on top, causing the water

gaze, grabbed the documents, and slammed them over Jodie's

stood there frozen

rolling down her cheeks, and she immediately started tearing up as she had

idea who I am? How dare you treat me

she ran toward Ethan's office. It was clear

wasn't just going to stand around and wait for that to happen. She then stepped into the elevator and

but she needed

sat on a bench not far from the company and opened up a bottle of mineral water to catch her breath. That was when she saw Yancey's

window rolled down in front of her,

surprised, but her words were laced with veiled mockery. "Hey, Grace! Why are you sitting

mood soured even

might be right; if

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