Dylan coughed a couple of times, his expression dark. "Let's get out of here."

He'd been trying to find a way to see Grace, but he had eyes on him everywhere, and his businesses overseas had taken a hit.

He had been stuck in meetings non-stop and couldn't get away.

Once he'd finally sorted everything out, he'd wanted to see Grace, but then the relentless chase started.

Ethan really had hidden everything too well.

After they got in the car, Dylan's face turned deathly pale. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have died tonight.

Back at his place, the doctor was already waiting.

Someone spoke up then. "Mr. Henderson, should we tell the old man about this?"

Dylan just scoffed. What was the point of telling Jordan? Something about his older brother's death was off, but they'd just rushed through the funeral and dropped it.

Who knew what Jordan was really thinking?

He took a deep, shaky breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead until the bullet was finally removed, clinking against the metal tray.

"Sir, could we use Grace as leverage?"

If Ethan cared about her, then she was his weakness.

Dylan narrowed his eyes, and a cold smirk played on his lips.

"Go after Grace? Ethan is a rabid dog, and Grace is the one holding the leash. If she's gone, we're all screwed. Why go after her? Are we in a hurry to die?"

wasn't that he was so afraid of Ethan-he just understood the

who spoke quickly shut their mouth, looking a little panicked. Dylan took a deep breath, his expression going blank

he cares about Grace, the more impatient he'll become. We won't touch Grace, but we can make her take action herself. That'll hurt more than killing

plan and could only wait for

boyfriend. Ideally, that man will end up dead by Ethan's hand. That way, Grace will go

understanding,

and

going to live his life in Ethan's shadow-just

...

bloodstain from her door and then

that the building's security cameras were malfunctioning, so there was no way

company with a heavy heart, she signed the contract, intending

she thought of Simon, she decided to

time, Simon didn't make things difficult for her. He readily signed the final confirmation on the contract and then slammed it down

and get out," he

as it had been in the karaoke

back a retort, gracefully picking up the contract. "Thank you, Mr.

on his hand, looking troubled

then, Grace's phone rang. It was

Simon, she pressed the

turned to leave as

stiffened up. He stood up quickly

little surprised

it on speaker. Yasmine's

industry make way more money

years ago, but her current studio had only been fully staffed for about six months. Right now, they were just doing small-time projects that made some cash but didn't get them any real

entire studio

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