Chapter 67


    Chapter 67


    Late at night.


    Sittingfortably in first ss, Grace, as bright as a button despite the hour, savored her coffee.


    She peered out the window, but the ink-dipped darkness of the night made it impossible to discern


    even the contours of the clouds.


    With a waning interest, Grace was about to withdraw her gaze when a familiar silhouette caught her


    eye in the window’s reflection.


    The figure wore sunsses, briefly making eye contact before dodging her gaze.


    Her defenses rose as she took a covert sweep of her surroundings, only to find that her bodyguards


    had, at some point, slipped into slumber, as had the rest of the passengers.


    A whiff of danger tingled her senses,


    Rising to investigate the other cabins, she found herself facing a well-suited man and his entourage, all


    well-built and closing in on her.


    The man in question was none other than Mr. Sunsses himself.


    It seemed that their intentions were very clear. It was obvious that they were targeting her.


    Grace simply stood still.


    If evasion was out of the question, it was better to fight head-on.


    “Miss Salen, long time no see,” the man removed his sunsses, shing a grin. “You probably didn’t


    expect us to meet again so soon.”


    “It’s you?”


    Grace’s brow furrowed.


    The man, Tim, motioned to his followers who quickly swarmed Grace.


    “Rumor has it Miss Salen is quite the hand at ju-jitsu, but I advise you to behave yourself. This ne’s


    under my thumb, and if you so much as twitch, I won’t think twice about going down in mes, causing


    an air disaster. I’m sure you don’t want these passengers to bite the dust because of


    you.


    His grin wiped off, he settled in his seat, casting an indifferent gaze upon her.


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    “Sorry, but it’s amand from Mr. Fallen.”


    “Edgar?” Grace grimaced, her demeanor turning frosty. “He’d actually send you to do such a thing?”


    “As I’ve said before,” Tim continued, “The vile deeds youmitted against Miss Mellis, Mr. Fallen’s


    betrothed, won’t go unpunished. This is the piper you have to pay.”


    Weighing a military knife in his hand, Tim cautioned, “Avoid futile resistance. All lives aboard are now in


    my palm, unless you truly wish to lead this band of innocents into the jaws of death.”


    Grace scoffed, eyes darting around to plot an escape route.


    “Didn’t expect him to be so cutthroat. Clearly, Nancy is his apple of the eye.’


    Grace sneered. As she spoke, she stealthily stretched out her foot, fishing out a parachute bag from


    under her seat.


    Tim didn’t notice her action. Seeing her as cool as a cucumber, his brow furrowed, and he barked,


    “Don’t try to pull a fast one, or you won’t be the only one meeting your maker on this ne Try itif_____


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    you dare.”


    The beefy goons behind him quickly took the other passengers hostage, their eyes shing a deadly


    warning.


    Grace, a smirk ying on her lips, grabbed the scalding hot cup of coffee from her seat and lobbed it


    at Tim.


    “It’s not up to you to decide how I y my cards,” she retorted.


    As all eyes were on the flying coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door and slung the parachute bag


    onto her back as fast as greased lightning. Then, without a second thought, she took a leap of faith into


    the pitch-ck night.


    “Quick! Stop her! Don’t let her take the leap!”


    But it was toote by the time Tim realized what she was up to..


    He rushed to the cabin door, peering out into the night.


    The sky was a canvas of twink ling stars, no sign of Grace to be seen.


    Meanwhile, Grace was free-falling into the inky abyss, the howling wind filling her ears.


    Holding her breath, she popped open the parachute purely instinctively.


    Tim and his goons still lingered at the cabin door, staring into the darkness. The night was so dark, he


    couldn’t make heads or tails of their altitude.


    “Rest easy. Falling from such a height without any protection, she’s a goner. She’ll be nothing more


    than a smear on the pavement, we probably won’t even find a body,” one of the goons reassured.


    Tim let out a sigh of relief at the thug’s words. Indeed, one way or another, he hadpleted the task


    Nancy had entrusted him with.


    “Miss Mellis, are you asleep?” he murmured into his bluetooth earpiece.


    Earlier, under the guise of Edgar, he had secretly lifted the phone surveince on Nancy, granting her


    freedom tomunicate.


    “How could I sleep without hearing from you? How’s the task I gave youing along?” Nancy, from


    her hospital bed, sounded anxious.


    “Rest assured, it’s done,” Tim replied hesitantly.


    “What do you mean ‘it’s done”?”


    Nancy’s voice rose an octave, “Did you mess up? Is she not dead?”


    “She jumped from the ne with no safety measures. From this height, she’s as good as dead.”


    A wave of relief washed over Nancy. “Well done, Tim. I really owe you one,” she said, satisfied. After


    hanging up, she let out a triumphantugh.


    No matter how crafty this bi tch was, she still lost to her in the end! She was thest one standing!


    However, even though knocking off Grace was a shot in the arm, she hadn’t lost sight of the loose


    cannon, Hedda.


    Nancy knew just how head over heels Patric was for Grace. She was wary of him, even more scared


    that if Patric got wind of Grace’s demise, he’d fly off the handle and use Hedda to settle scores.


    With these thoughts, Nancy’s face clouded over again. She picked up her cell phone and dialed


    another number.


    “Is the deed done?”


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    The Millie and His Billionaire Ex wife


    Chapter 67


    On the other side of the line, Sarah was chomping at the bit to know.


    “That bitc h was forced to take a leap of faith. You can just sit tight for the death notice.”


    Nancy was as proud as a peacock and queried, “What’s the scoop on your end? Have you traced down


    Hedda?”


    “No. My guys have been turning over every rock for a while now, but still no sign of her.”


    Sarah hadbed through every nook and cranny of Frant City without a sniff of any news regarding


    Hedda. It was as if she’d vanished into thin air.


    Nancy hung up, her peace of mind shattered, her joy turning into a sh in the


    pan.


    Although she’d kicked Grace, a thorn in her side, to the curb, Hedda was still a tough nut to cr ack.


    Keeping Hedda around was nothing but a ticking time bomb.


    But if it really was Grace who took her away, where on earth would she stash her?


    Are there ces in Frant City where even Sarah couldn’t sniff her out?


    Ever since Grace divorced, she had been too close forfort with Patric. Could it be….


    A light bulb went off in Nancy’s head, she picked up the phone to dial Sarah yet again.


    “Can’t you spit it out all at once?


    As soon as she was about to fall asleep, Sarah, having been robbed of her sweet dreams, bit back her


    anger and refrained from giving her a piece of her mind, “Spill it, what’s the emergency this time?”


    “As Patric’s bride-to-be, you ought to know his digs in Frant City, right?


    “Of course.”


    “First thing tomorrow, take your guys and snoop around Patric’s vi. I have a hunch Hedda might be


    holed up there!”