Chapter 166
Alice’s expression stiffened, and she heaved her chest several times.
On the other hand, Yancey was extremely delighted, and his tone noticeably sounded more cheerful.
“Grace, leaving Henderson Group was the right decision. I told you before that Uncle Ethan isn’t a good person. Maybe the reason he promoted you to the top floor was only because he’s interested in you,” Yancey said.
As soon as he said that, Alice suddenly burst into laughter.
“Do you really think Mr. Ethan is interested in Grace?”
She laughed so hard, as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world. She was even brought to the point of tears.
“Yancey, haven’t I told you this before? I once ran into Mr. Ethan, and when I mentioned Grace, his expression was full of disdain.
“Someone even asked him what he thought of her, and he said that meeting her in person was worse than hearing about her.”
Him saying, “Meeting her in person was worse than hearing about her”, was an understatement, especially when everyone in Druville knew about Grace’s name.
Her reputation as Yancey’s lapdog was well-established throughout the whole town.
Alice laughed harder and harder. But in the end, perhaps afraid of breaking her persona, she toned it down a little.
“Grace, don’t feel bad about it. Mr. Ethan treats all women like this.”
Grace’s mood suddenly soured even more.
The car came to a stop at a certain point, and Yancey quickly pointed outside at a flower shop.
“Look, Grace! Do you remember this place? When we graduated from high school, you bought flowers for me here.
“We took our graduation photo together. I even made you a flower crown, but you thought it was ugly and threw a tantrum at me.”
Grace glanced at Alice. She found it funny that Alice’s expression had turned grim.
Yancey continued reminiscing. “Back then, there was a trend at school where students would give the second button of their uniform to someone they liked. I originally wanted to give you mine, but your uniform was stolen, so you weren’t even wearing it on graduation day.”
He was talking about their high school days, back when Alice hadn’t reunited with the Lamberts yet. At the time, his relationship with Grace was still relatively good.
Grace closed her eyes and said in a monotone voice, “Sorry, I really don’t remember.”
A trace of disappointment flashed across Yancey’s eyes as he gripped the steering wheel. “I was thinking of taking you back to our high school sometime. Maybe seeing familiar places will help you remember things.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, Alice’s voice rang out. “Yancey!”
Her chest was heaving violently, and her face grew paler by the second.
It was only then that Yancey realized he had just tried on wedding outfits with this woman earlier today.
Awkwardly, he stepped on the gas pedal and drove off. Meanwhile, Grace could feel the intense hatred radiating from Alice.
The hatred was like vines growing rapidly, seemingly about to swallow the entire
car.
When they arrived at the Lambert residence, Grace didn’t stay and chit-chat with anyone. Instead, she went straight to her room.
She hadn’t searched under her bed yesterday, so she hoped to find some other clues today.
But she didn’t end up finding anything under the bed. Frustrated, she pounded the nightstand with her fist, and out of nowhere, a small hidden compartment in the wall popped open.
Her eyes lit up when she saw a few cards inside, but the handwriting on the cards wasn’t hers. It seemed like the handwriting belonged to a man as it looked bold and strong, with a carefree vibe.
“I’ll come get you once everything is over.”
“Happy birthday, Grace.”
There were only two cards, with nothing else except these words.
Grace even wondered if she should check for any hidden chips inside them.
But they were just ordinary greeting cards.
The fact that these two cards had been hidden in such a secret spot showed just how important they had been to her.
She furrowed her brows slightly and lay down on the bed, carefully examining the handwriting.
This wasn’t Yancey’s handwriting, nor was it Ethan’s.
Ethan’s handwriting looked somewhat domineering, while this handwriting was more free-flowing kind of like a young master raised in the martial world.