Chapter 223
Grace had never really thought about investigating the cause of her amnesia before.
She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead just as another message from Yancey arrived.
“I’ll keep digging into it. Don’t worry. Just be careful when you go out. I have a feeling someone’s been following you.”
Grace immediately got out of bed and rummaged through her closet for the few certifications she had brought with her.
Each of them required significant skill to earn. Her past self clearly couldn’t have been a nobody.
It seemed she really did need to start looking into that so-called accident.
The next morning, just as she arrived at Henderson Group, she ran into Levi.
He had been showing up more and more often lately, and his usual smile carried that familiar edge of hidden malice.
He followed Grace to the break room and said, “I heard Uncle Ethan took you out for some street food the other day. Is he still at home recovering?”
Grace kept her guard up. She didn’t want him targeting Ed.
“Yeah.”
“It seems he trusts you quite a lot, then. If you added something extra to his food, he’d still eat it, wouldn’t he?”
Grace frowned. What was this man planning?
Levi pulled out a small white bottle and pressed it into her hand.
“If someone takes what’s inside this bottle over a prolonged period, their mental state will slowly collapse. They’ll become irritable and aggressive, eventually descending into madness or dying from heart failure.”
Grace’s expression changed instantly. He was trying to kill Ethan!
She shoved the bottle back into his hand. “Mr. Levi, do you take me for an idiot? This is plotting to murder the Henderson family’s heir.
“If I went through with it, how would I ever live peacefully in Druville again? I wouldn’t even make it past Mr. Henderson Senior. I probably wouldn’t even know how I died.”
The next second, Levi grabbed her throat so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe.
This man clearly didn’t play by the rules, and he clearly thought Grace was easy to manipulate.
“Grace, I’m not negotiating with you. If you refuse, your father, your boyfriend, and even that useless brother of yours will all suffer because of you. Think about it carefully.”
He let go and shoved the bottle into her pocket.
Grace’s gaze turned cold as she clutched at her throat.
There was no way she would do it—not a chance. Her only option now was to
expose this to Ethan and get him to play along with her.
But in a family as cutthroat as the Hendersons, would someone like Ethan, raised in deceit and manipulation, really trust her?
She turned to leave the break room only to find Levi still waiting outside.
While he may have been dressed to the nines, appearing prim and proper, his
gaze was no different from that of a venomous snake.
“Grace, here’s a little insider info for you. Even if you fed him poison, Uncle Ethan would still eat it.”
There was deep sarcasm in his tone.
Grace really couldn’t stand people like him—scheming, two-faced bastards.
Levi didn’t have the patience to continue and simply said, “Give me your answer within 30 minutes.”
Back at her desk, Grace was visibly unsettled.
30 minutes flew by, and Levi sent her a message.
“If you don’t want your sweet little boyfriend to get hurt, go find my uncle tonight and put the drug in his food.”
Upon seeing that, she stood up abruptly and called Ed. There was no answer.
Panic set in. She sent multiple messages in a row, but there was still no response.
She felt her heart sink, and she finally gave Levi a call.
His voice on the other end was laced with smugness. “Grace, have you thought it through?”
Her expression darkened. She hated being threatened like this.
“He’s in your hands?” she asked.
“Yep. I already cut off one of his fingers, but I didn’t even get a squeak out of him.”
Grace bit her lip. In her mind, Ed was
a gentle, affectionate, and clingy person a man akin to a golden retriever. He didn’t deserve to be dragged into this kind of power struggle.
She took a deep breath. “Let him go. I’ll do as you say.”
“Heh. Let him go? Not a chance. Not until
Caan has swallowed at leaste
half
è dose. Your little boyfriend be my guest for now.”
Grace immediately hung up and drove straight to Palm Bay.
But when she entered Palm Bay’s entrance hall and saw Ethan sitting upright on the couch like some aloof prince, she was momentarilydost for words.
He looked up at her and asked in a calm voice, “What brings you here?”
Grace took a step back, then suddenly smiled. “Mr. Henderson, I was feeling guilty, so I thought I’d come make you a meal.”
Ethan’s gaze fell heavily on her, and he remained silent for a full minute.
Grace’s scalp tingled. She had a feeling that he seemed to know what she was up
to.
Another minute passed before he suddenly let out a light chuckle. “Sure.”