Chapter 389
Chapter 389
‘Is there something else… behind Grace’s ident?’ Brian thought andughed a little. The one who
died in the ident was Jason’s fiancée, Jennifer Atkinson. Grace was now with
Jason.
Even if there was really something else behind that car ident, Jason would have checked it out.
Why did he bother
to worry?
However… “When did Grace start working in your restaurant?”
Brian asked suddenly.
“Huh?” K Corbyn was stunned. After a while, she replied, “About half a month ago. She came to
apply as a delivery
rider.”
“How does she usually behave at your restaurant?” Brian
continued asking.
“She’s pretty good. She works hard, is efficient in delivering the orders, and doesn’tin…” K
Corbyn described how Grace behaved in the restaurant while Brian listened with fascination as he held
one cheek in his hand. He was smiling faintly, and his originally indifferent face had a touch of faint
gentleness.
K Corbyn could not help but feel surprised. Did Brian have feelings for Grace… How was that
possible?!
Brian was the famous prince of the entertainment industry. He was surrounded by all kinds of beautiful
women. She noticed that Grace only wore ordinary clothes and was barefaced whenever at work. She
even had calluses on her hands, which meant she did a lot of rough work.
Who would have thought that people like Brian would have anything to do with Grace?
When K Corbyn finished telling Brian about Grace, he once again turned his focus on her. “You said
she told you she’d been to prison when she came to your restaurant to apply for a job. Why did you
hire her anyway? Aren’t you afraid that something might happen and your restaurant might get into.
trouble?”
K Corbyn gave a wry smile. “Maybe it’s because I’ve been to prison too, so I feltpassion.”
Putting herself in her shoes, she could tell that Grace really wanted a job.
“Compassion…” Brian muttered thoughtfully. After a while, he said to K Corbyn, “All right, I’ll help
you. I won’t tell Martin Weiss that I’ve seen you, but I can’t guarantee that no one else.
will tell him.”
Even this guarantee was enough for K Corbyn.
“Thank you, Mr. Hart. Thank you…” K Corbyn thanked him.
again and again. She seemed to understand vaguely that
maybe it was her passion’ that made the entertainment industry’s prince agree to her request. N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
The prince might really like Grace… However… K Corbyn had a look of worry in her eyes. Was this
good or bad for
Grace?
After all, she had been a cautionary example. Having spent time with Grace these days, she saw her
more as a friend than an employee.
Grace’s fate might change if she was involved with the prince, but it was hard to predict her future
happiness.
Tony Cummins got a call from hisndlord around noon, saying that someone had entered the room he
rented yesterday. He was immediately rmed and hurriedly asked, “Who was it? I’ve rented the room.
How can you open the door without my permission?”
Thendlord was angered by his question. “You’ve got a lot of nerve to say so. I rented the room for
you to live in, yet you put a cinerary casket in it! Besides that, if it weren’t for you, the
police station wouldn’t havee to inspect my house and ordered me to reform it. I’m calling to tell
you that I need to reform my house and I’m not refunding the rest of your rent and deposit!”