Chapter 61


    Chapter 61


    “What’s the matter?”


    “Where were you thirteen years ago on March 14th? Did you ever find yourself on Pine Street in Frant


    City?”


    “I can’t recall.” Grace turned her head away, maintaining an icy facade.


    It had been ages, how could she possibly remember?


    “Alright, I’ll ask you another question.”


    Edgar wasn’t fazed, he persisted patiently. “Do you remember a car ident thirteen years ago on


    March 14th? Three people died on the scene, and only a young boy in the backseat survived. He was


    rescued by a girl.”


    Why was he asking that?


    Could that young boy have been him?


    Grace looked into his probing eyes. Part of her memory was stirred, and she found herself


    remembering fragmented images.


    She did rescue someone that year, but it was pure happenstance.


    Grace never to


    Grace never took it to heart.


    What’s more, her visit to Frant city that year was driven by a very important matter concerning the


    Smith family’s secrets. She had no intention of sharing this with Edgar, nor did she want him to


    continue his investigation.


    It was too risky. Grace didn’t want anyone else entangled in it.


    “No, I don’t know,” Grace answered coldly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”


    Edgar instinctively tried to stop her, but her icy gaze made him pull back his outstretched hand.


    “Don’t forget your role as the fiance of Nancy, Mr. Fallen. Perhaps you should pay more attention to


    your bride-to-be.”


    Grace scoffed at him, unlocked the door, and left.


    Just as Grace turned her back, she noticed a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.


    It was barely noticeable, a fleeting moment, but she managed to catch it.


    What was Edgar disappointed about?


    Grace was perplexed but didn’t dwell on it.


    Edgar was insignificant to her now. He couldn’t impede her journey.


    She collected her thoughts, gracefully adjusted her hair, and stepped out of the private room without


    any hindrance from Edgar.


    As she exited, she met the hostile gaze of Tim.


    Tim red at her, seething with an air of hatred.


    “Mr. Fallen has gathered all the evidence. The truth about you hiring someone to torment Miss Mellis


    will soon heid bare! When the timees, Mr. Fallen won’t let you off the h ook!”


    “Are


    “Are you done?’


    Grace gave him a once-over, her lips curling into a provocative smile. “Then bring it on. Ilwait and


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    sce.”


    Despite her petite frame, she radiated an overwhelming presence.


    Tim locked eyes with her, her eyes brimming withughter, and he couldn’t help but retreat a few


    paces.


    Grace, in her stilettos, made a swift exit.


    In the vast dining room, only the echo of her footsteps remained.


    –


    “It’s really strange.”


    Tim couldn’t make heads or tails of his recent fear of her.


    It had been two days since Edgar’s five day deadline.


    The media was all over it like white on rice, continually specting about the situation.


    Grace was turning a blind eye to all the bad press and negativements, focusing solely on


    preparing for the girl group talent show. She didn’t give a hoot about the smear campaigns against her.


    “Ms. Salen, here is the paperwork for the shooting location. It needs your final once-over.” Beth ced


    a folder next to her.


    “Understood. Leave it with me. I’ll call you when I’m done.”


    Grace’s gaze didn’t waver from herputer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. Beth bit


    her tongue, looking at her boss, then decided to speak up: “Ms. Salen, have you seen what they’re


    saying online?”


    “I’ve nced at it.”


    Grace gave her a sidelong look and went back to her work.


    “Then why are you still…” Beth was left scratching her head.


    “Still cool as a cucumber?” Grace closed herptop, leaned back in her chair, and rified.


    “It was Mr. Fallen who, in front of the press, promised to rify the situation. I’m just waiting to see what


    kind of song and dance he’ll put on. Moreover, despite all the hubaloo online, it hasn’t affected me,


    has it?”


    “BUL..”


    “No buts. Back to work. The talent show’s just around the corner, and you’ve got your te full too.”


    Knowing Grace was no pushover, Beth bit her lip, going back to her work.


    Grace was burning the candle at both ends, working on her career.


    Meanwhile, in a hospital a stone’s throw away from Angle Group, Nancy was lying on her bed, killing


    time on her phone.


    Her injuries had significantly healed. These past days, she’d been monitoring the online mudslinging


    towards Grace, even paying a few keyboard warriors to stir the pot.


    Watching the wave of praise for herself and criticism of Grace drown out the defense of Grace, she


    was pleased as punch.


    She was browsing her Twitter when a new message popped up, freezing the smile on her face.


    “Miss Mellis, Mr. Fallen hasn’t made any major moves these past couple of days, and he hasn’t lined


    up any tasks for me. I’m not sure what his game n is.”


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    Ever since Tim agreed to lend a hand, he’d been keeping a keen eye on Edgar’s every move.


    He’d shoot her a report at the slightest hint of action.


    However, Edgar didn’t take any action, which made her suspicious.


    “Understood, thanks for the update, Tim.” She shot Tim a sweet-toned voice message in response.


    When Tim heard her voice, he was more chuffed than ever. It just reaffirmed hismitment to helping


    her and to making sure Grace got hereuppance.


    Nancy switched off her phone in a huff, sank back into her bed, mulled over things for a moment, and


    then dialed a number.


    “Hey, how have you been recently?”


    Sarah’s voice oozed withzy charm.


    “Thanks to you, I’m still cooped up in this hospital.” Nancy replied coldly, “What’s the next move?”


    Sarah admired her freshly painted nails and drawled, “Cool your jets. I’ve found her weakness. I can


    send her to hell tonight.”


    “Really?!”


    Nancy asked uncertainly. “I’ve fallen into her trap twice already. Given the school of hard knocks we’ve


    been through, you better tread carefully.”


    “Wasn’t it your own boneheaded move that got us here?” Sarah raised her voice and retorted, “If it


    weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have dropped the ball and got ourselves in this mess.”


    Nancy was seething, but she couldn’t very well lose her cool. She hung up the call, her teeth gritted,


    and silently put the me on Grace.


    “Your day of reckoning ising, just wait.”


    She tossed her phone onto the bed, her face set in a fierce and ominous scowl.


    The girls’ group talent show was nearing its grand finale. N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    After wrapping up the final coordination tasks in the afternoon, Grace oversaw the first day’s recording


    of the show via remote connection.


    As things went well, Grace was pleased and shut off the inte connection.


    She’d put people on the ground at the recording site to keep her in the loop in case of any hups.


    The phone gave a sudden jingle. It was a call from the person at the recording site.


    “Bad news, Director Salen. Abigail is nowhere to be found!”