Chapter 239
Jodie stomped her foot several times, wanting Ethan to step in and stand up for her.
Ethan only glanced at her, noticing that Grace was bent over, slowly picking up the documents scattered on the floor. He felt his heart tighten.
“Grace,” he called out.
By the time Grace straightened up, she was still holding the documents in her hands, and a polite smile appeared on her face.
“I understand. You want me to apologize to Ms. Henderson, right?” she said.
She gave a small bow. “I’m sorry, Ms. Henderson, but the CEO of Yule Group is still waiting for me, so I’ll have to excuse myself.”
With that, she turned and walked out, not even sparing a glance at Ethan.
Jodie watched her leave, nearly bursting into an angry scream.
“Uncle Ethan, do you see that? She clearly doesn’t care about you at all! Fire her! Anyone could do this job. She’s just a lowly worker!”
“Jodie.”
Ethan’s voice suddenly turned serious.
Jodie’s heart skipped a beat, and she realized she had crossed a line. She quickly apologized, “I’m sorry! I said the wrong things. Uncle Ethan, please don’t be
angry.”
Ethan’s expression remained stern as he entered his office.
Jodie didn’t follow him in. Her eyes flashed with malice.
That damn Grace! She would make sure that bitch paid for this.
Meanwhile, Grace was already in her car, driving to Yule Group.
When she arrived at the lobby, she explained her purpose to the receptionist. The receptionist made a quick call, then smiled politely. “Sorry, but Mr. Yule is unavailable right now.”
Grace knew this was Simon’s way of asserting dominance, so she simply smiled and said, “It’s fine, I’m here on behalf of Henderson Group for a collaboration. Whenever Mr. Yule is free, please let me know. I’ll be waiting on the couch just over there.”
By mentioning Henderson Group, she was subtly reminding Simon that when he was going after Grace, he had to consider who Grace was connected to.
The receptionist smiled politely, “Understood. I’ll inform Mr. Yule.”
Grace hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, and now, sitting on the couch, her stomach started growling.
She had thought Simon might keep her waiting for a couple of hours at most, but it stretched from morning until evening without a word.
By the time night fell, she was starving-her stomach constantly churned, sour bile rising in her throat.
At 9:00 pm, the receptionist had already left, and there was no one at the desk.
Grace stood up and casually grabbed the first passerby.
“Excuse me, is Mr. Yule available now?”
“Ah, Ms. Lambert, right? Sorry, Mr. Yule’s out drinking at Velvet Eclipse. He said you’d know where to find
him. You can meet him there to
discuss the collaboration.”
Grace took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and said nothing. She released the passerby with a smile, “Thank you. I’ll head there now.”
She had known Simon would try to make things difficult for her. What she hadn’t expected was for him to disregard any talks of collaboration and focus solely on making her uncomfortable.
She drove to Velvet Eclipse, her stomach aching with every passing minute.
By the time she arrived, her stomach pains had become sharp, and her fingertips trembled. She forced herself to push through the discomfort.
She handed her car keys to the valet and entered the private room where Simon was. As she opened the door, she saw him dining with a group of familiar faces.
She recognized most of them, though she wasn’t close to any. When Simon saw her, he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
“Grace, I didn’t expect you to actually show up.”
Grace smiled at him, trying to keep her composure.
“You invited me, Mr. Yule, so how could I not come?”
The people in the room had all heard of Grace’s name. Although her engagement with Yancey had been called off, they still loved to talk about her past history of being a
“lapdog” for a man.
“So, this is Grace? Doesn’t look that impressive, no wonder she went around begging men.”
“I heard she didn’t even manage to get him, and in the end, her sister took the prize.”
“Her sister, Alice? The one who’s been in those videos? Seems like the Lambert family’s full of troublemakers.”
“Coming from a small family like that, their perspective must be different.”