In the Lap of Luxury

"That's enough." Celia cut her off, looking sullen.

She had suffered at Grace's hands before, and she knew that it was very likely that the latter indeed had a connection with Joshua's first love. She didn't dare risk it in front of so many people. Grace turned her phone in her hands.

Celia approached her and said in a low voice, "Don't get too triumphant. There's more in store for you."

Grace touched her hair, and her eyes shifted to the figure in the distance. "I'll be waiting."

Celia turned around angrily and left the boutique with her posse.

Silence fell at once.

The smile dropped off of Grace's face. Noelle asked hurriedly, "Grace, does Joshua really have a first love?"

"I made it up."

Emily laughed out loud. "I knew it! Only Celia would be dumb enough to be fooled by that. This just shows that she doesn't know Joshua well enough. She's just bluffing and putting on airs."

At that moment, Jake and his female companion came up to them. The woman said, "I've come to get my bag."

Noelle hurriedly said, "Me too."

Emily immediately switched to a professional expression. She asked them to show her their numbers. "Please come with me."

They followed her to the waiting area. Jake turned slightly and said, "We meet again. You're just as sharp-tongued as ever, Ms. Lewis. You're very bold."

Grace crossed her arms over her chest. A smile played on her lips. "Mr. Jake, you're just as charming as ever. I see that you're keeping yourself busy in Pamore with an endless stream of women."This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I can't compare to you, Ms. Lewis. You have one on the hook in Frenda and another here in Pamore. Does my brother know about that?"

Jake spoke in amusement as he played with the lighter in his hands. It was custom-made, and his name was engraved on it.

Grace stared at him and frowned slightly. She realized that something was off. "Making up rumors is rather shameless, Mr. Jake." Her first thought was that he had found out about Benjamin and was poking fun at her.

"Rumors? So, you think that you have nothing to hide, Ms. Lewis?"

"Of course. Even if you say anything to Xander, you know who he'll believe between the two of us."

Jake smiled, and the corners of his eyes turned upward. He looked a bit like a fox.

"A man was coming in and out of your home late at night. Not only was he in close proximity to you as he put on medicine for you, but he even carried you up the stairs. How romantic."

He spoke slowly, but it made Grace feel as if she had been plunged into ice. She had never imagined that Jake would have seen what had happened that night. She recovered quickly and composed herself, masking her nervousness. "Have you been stalking me?"

Jake didn't speak. He just smiled as he looked at her.

"Now you're afraid, Ms. Lewis."

"You're shameless." Grace enunciated each word clearly.

"If you have the guts to do it, you shouldn't be afraid of being seen. From what Tremember, my brother is very possessive. When we were kids, my father casually gave me one of Xander's toys. After he saw that, he never touched that toy again."

Jake came closer to her. His lips almost touched her earlobe.

"Then, when I went to university, I chose the same major as he did. He immediately gave up on two years of hard work and switched majors without a second thought."

He followed her like a devil, and she couldn't get rid of him.

Grace forced herself to suppress shivering from the chill that ran down her back. She felt like she was going through the suffering Xander must have experienced with ake around.

"You like what he likes, and you studied whatever he studied. Are you a copycat?" Grace pushed Jake away.

"Only copycats would covet others' achievements like a rat in the gutter and try to destroy their happiness."

Jake swayed slightly before steadying himself. His smile dropped slightly, but he didn't get angry. He said menacingly, "So what? Rats have to live too."

He turned his phone on and swiped through several photos in front of her. "If Xander sees these, do you think he'll abandon you, too?"