Regret Came Too Late

If Grace had once paid off a 40-million-dollar penalty fee for Yasmine, their relationship had to have been tight.

She stayed quiet, and Yasmine didn't press further. Instead, Yasmine asked, "You really don't remember anything, huh? Alright, I won't dig into the past. But just so you know, I've got a couple of solid projects on hand right now. A few investors are already circling. You're strapped for cash these days, right?"

Grace nodded without hesitation. She wasn't in the mood to sugarcoat reality.

Yasmine leaned back in her chair, casually flipping through her phone. A few minutes later, she set it down and said,

"I'm working on five projects right now. Two are... decent. You'll make some profit, but nothing crazy. The other three are near sure-things-high return, low risk. The question is, Grace, do you trust me enough to take the leap?"

After all, to the current Grace, who had lost all her memories, Yasmine was just a stranger now.

Grace studied her for a second, then smiled. "I trust you," she said. "When I pulled your background file, even your name felt familiar."

Yasmine smiled back, reaching out to shake her hand. "I'm swamped lately. I have a meeting with my studio team after this. If there's anything you need, just call me."

"Got it."

women stood up and headed toward the

car door when she paused, hesitating. She looked like she wanted to ask something, but ended up pressing her

about my past. Do you know what happened between me and Ethan? Was his accident... really my

Ethan was a god among men. Everyone believed she had been the reason for his accident and that he hated her for it. But what was the

not about personal stuff and never about Ethan. Back then, you did have someone

know the full story. Grace, you were tough to get close to. I never understood why you stayed by Yancey's side

stand-in. It turned out that she had been

felt even messier now. She rubbed her temples,

into a quick hug. "If I'd known you were gonna lose your memory, I would've asked you more

out a breath. Some things couldn't be rushed. She had to take it one step at

her car, waving goodbye at Yasmine before

her leave, then turned to open her own car door. However, she froze when she heard footsteps from

found a man leaning lazily against