The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 568

Grace stood there. Her eyes were wide with shock. As she suddenly dropped the laptop, with a thud, she fell to her knees before Allison. “Please,” she begged. Her voice was laced with desperation. “Let Penelope go. Whatever she has done, I’ll atone for it. I’ll do anything, Allison. Just spare her, please.”

Allison felt a vice grip tighten around her throat as she watched Grace prostrate before her. She stepped back. Her vision was blurring. A part of her heart seemed to crumble, but she didn’t want to cry, and didn’t even feel pain, just a hollow coldness rushing through the gaping hole where her heart used to be.

Grace was on the floor, her forehead nearly touching the ground, while Allison’s face was a mask of eerie calm. She turned to Emma. “Emma, have the security escort this lady out. And, set up a press conference in three days. Grace, this video… I’ll release it in three days, and no one can stop me. Unless…”

Her smile was tinged with self-mockery and cold detachment. “Unless I’m dead.”

Emma didn’t immediately summon security. She waited, wary of the swarm of reporters outside who might twist Grace’s words. She discreetly organized a ride, ensuring Grace was safely sent home without further incident.

cluttered the internet, but

came closer. “Don’t dwell on

feel so defeated,” she confessed, with a tremble in her voice. “It hurts somewhere deep inside, but I can’t pinpoint where or why. It’s just pain, a pain

over her, taking her hand

swiftly succumbed to sleep. Her body finally yielded to the

sound asleep. She then stood up, adjusted the blanket around

that Grace was

out a text and sent it to Hughes:

came

with my boss. She’s just fallen

woke up around 7 p.m. to the smell of dinner prepared by Emma, set out on the coffee table. After some sleep, she felt much more at ease. Her stomach growled