Chapter 264
Half the time, Grace had no clue what Ethan was thinking, so she just said it again.
“Seriously, I can’t do the Siltham trip. My bad.”
“You’re going.”
She scrunched up her eyebrows, briefly entertaining the idea of just resigning when he dropped, “Dylan is back in town.”
“And who the hell is that?”
“Levi’s younger brother. Trust me, he’s a lot nastier than Levi ever was. He’s digging into what happened to Levi, and I’m getting you out of here so that you don’t end up on the receiving end of his… unpleasant methods.”
Grace’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And how does this involve me?”
“Grace, he’ll inevitably find his way to you. The substance Levi gave to you came from Dylan.”
Ethan’s intensity made Grace weigh his words carefully. She wouldn’t be able to handle someone from the Henderson family on her own. And if Ethan himself was saying that Dylan was bad news, then sticking close to Ethan was probably the smartest move.
But why Siltham?
Siltham was pretty far, and with Ethan in the spotlight right now, who knew if Dylan might try to take him down too?
But she also really didn’t want to be stuck in a car with Ethan. Lately, he’d been acting kind of weird, or maybe that was just her.
“Fine, I’ll go. But Mr. Henderson, I can just take the train. Someone as important as you can’t be seen on public transport, so Mr. Bennett can drive you.”
With that, she turned to leave. “Mr. Bennett said it’ll be for about a week, so I’ll head home to pack a few things. I just booked my train ticket, so we can meet up in Siltham. It’s a bit remote there, and there’s only one five-star hotel, so we can meet there.”
Her hand was on the handle and she was ready to bolt when his voice stopped her. “Is being near me really that unbearable?”
Grace’s body stiffened. Reluctantly, she closed the door once more.
“Mr. Henderson, I thought some things went without saying. Your recent behavior has been unusual, and as such, I need to maintain professional boundaries. Furthermore, I don’t wish for senior management to perceive my advancement as being tied to you, nor do I want Mr. Henderson Senior to entertain any false impressions.
“Above all, I have no desire to be drawn into the internal conflicts of the Henderson family. Therefore, regardless of your intentions-whether you’re just joking or otherwise-I must decline.”
Her tone was composed and direct, her gaze steady and devoid of any personal sentiment.
Ethan’s throat felt tight.
Grace added, “I’m sure there are plenty of amazing women in Druville waiting for you. I know I’m definitely not your type, Mr. Henderson. I’m just trying to avoid any awkward situations, so I’m laying all this out on the table.”
With that, her hand went back to the office doorknob.
“Anyway, I have absolutely no interest in you, Mr. Henderson. I don’t like you like that, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. Keeping our distance is best for both of us.”
Ethan just laughed at her obvious eagerness to get away from him.
Hearing his laugh, Grace could feel a chill run down her spine. She hurried out of the office, wanting to quickly get home and pack.
On the train, Ethan’s laugh still echoed in Grace’s mind. It was a disturbing sound that felt almost
threatening. Had she completemet
misjudged the situation with her little speech about not beingo interested?
Of course. Why would Ethan ever look her way?
The women who pursued him were all stunning, supermodels with incredible figures, and he had ignored them. Why would he notice a regular employee like her?
She sat down, yawned, and was about to try and sleep when she overheard the conversation across the aisle.
“The Obsidian is brutal. You all need to be careful, especially around the man in the silver mask. I accidentally saw him once, and I nearly groveled.”
“You went in once and got cleaned out. You never got anywhere near the big shots.”
“Dude, seriously. After losing so
badly, I had to take a leak. I was hunting for the bathroom, and that’s
when I saw him coming up the spiral
stairs He just dropped these freezing words, ‘Get rid of him.’
Hearing that froze the blood in my
veins, and I swear I almost wet myself.”
Grace turned to see who was talking and saw a group of rough-looking guys.
After seeing a beautiful woman sitting opposite him, the man speaking realized his language had been a little crude, so he gave Grace a sheepish grin.
Intrigued by the mysterious owner of the Obsidian, Grace couldn’t resist asking, “Is he really that scary?”