Regret Came Too Late

Grace had every intention of asking whether Ethan was pleased, but a sudden chill crawled up her spine, like danger had brushed against her skin. Ethan's thoughts were a mystery to Grace. She gulped, unease curling in her chest.

Tim wheeled Ethan right past her.

Grace didn't move a muscle, paralyzed by the sheer force of his presence. It wasn't until the elevator doors had shut behind them that she blinked back to life. She darted into the room, throwing the door open.

Andrea sat on the couch, looking perfectly fine. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were trembling with barely contained excitement.

Grace wasn't sure what had happened in the room. She asked eagerly, "Do you think he was satisfied?"

Andrea's face turned crimson, the blush crawling down her neck. "I think so. He just stared at me, not saying anything."

Grace let out a breath of relief. Ethan never looked at people like that, so maybe he really was taken with Andrea.

Perhaps the emotions had hit him too hard, which was why he left so abruptly. Even the most powerful men would unravel a little when faced with the person they had never really gotten over.

Andrea clutched Grace's hand, her voice trembling with excitement. "Do you think I'll get to see him again, Ms. Lambert?"

enough to pull Andrea out of immediate trouble. But now, Andrea didn't even care about the money. She

didn't promise Andrea anything. She simply

exchanged numbers before parting

hotel, Grace felt a creeping sense of unease

hoping for answers, but he didn't pick up.

subtle debrief, but clearly, that wasn't

gnawed at her

Ethan satisfied or not? Why was

had thought

Ethan wasn't happy about it? Did he think Andrea didn't resemble Eleanor

hovered over Ethan's contact info, her nerves buzzing. She

then, her phone lit up with a call from

is buying up shares behind the scenes,

succeeded, Lambert Group would fall