Chapter 226


    The part-time job that ire was talking about was to be an extra on a filming set. The job only


    required her to register her name and leave her contact number, so there was no need to look at any


    files.


    It was 80 dors a day with lunch included. If an extension was needed for the filming time, they would


    provide dinner as well, but there would not be any extra pay.


    As ire said, since she was free on her rest days, she could be an extra and earn some cash. It was


    a job that was paid by the day after all.


    One month down the line, if there was something for her to do every day she was off, then in that one


    month, she could earn a few hundred bucks.


    To other people, a few hundred bucks might not be much, but to Grace, it was already really good.


    When she left work, Grace nced at the gloves that she had already finished knitting and made a call


    to Jason. “I’ve finished knitting the gloves. Do you want me to send it over, or do you want to get


    someone toe over and collect it?”


    “I’ll juste and collect it, then,” Jason said.


    “That’s fine,” she replied.


    She then returned to her apartment. After finishing her dinner, she ced the gloves on the table and


    pulled out the photocopies of the case files that Lina had given to her. In it, there were transcripted


    statements from the witnesses at the time, along with photocopies of the photographs of various


    physical evidence from back then.


    Looking at the contents, feelings of shock and bitterness rose in Grace’s heart. Again. None of this


    information ever made sense.


    Among this evidence, there was even the wine bottle and ss that she had drunk from that day, along


    with her DNA that was detected from the rim of the ss.


    It was simplyughable. It was a ss that she had never drunk from, yet her DNA was somehow on it.


    But she’d fully had Eva back then. Her metabolism ran so high, even if she had been drinking—and


    she wasn’t—it would’ve burned through her system.


    But the fact remained, she hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol that day.


    She’d argued with Lily over what Lily had done to her grandfather, but she hadn’t driven off with the


    intent of hurting anyone.


    They’d had an ident, but to try and call it vehicr manughter or to pin her with drunk driving just


    made no sense.


    But that’s exactly what the human courts did.


    And then all that evidence turned up, condemning her both in the human world and amid her pack.


    She’d had no way of overthrowing this evidence.


    She did not know who it was who wanted to hurt her like this, but what was the deal with Jennifer


    Atkinson? Even if they wanted to hurt Grace, it was Jennifer who ended up losing her life! Maybe they


    wanted to hurt Jennifer but had used her as a scapegoat?


    While she was in jail, she could not figure out exactly who it was who had such a deep grudge against


    her. And trying to delve into Jennifer Atkinson’s life while Grace was in jail, that had been impossible.


    Grace’s phone dinged and she looked at the Messenger group.


    It was the Messenger group for background actors that she had just entered today. The group


    organizer was tagging all of the “extras” to notify them about the next job’s time, location, name of the


    crew, as well as the number of people needed and the requirements for it.


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    Grace looked at the date, and she was off that day, so shepleted the link to carry out the


    registration.


    Instructions for where to go and what time came through along with a confirmation number.


    Putting down her phone, she was just about to do a search on the inte about news rted to the


    show that she was to appear in when someone knocked on her door.


    The only person who woulde over at this time would be… Grace pursed her lips before standing


    up. She walked to the door and opened it.


    As expected, the person that showed up in her line of vision was Jason.


    He was dressed in an all-ck overcoat with neatly styled hair. He looked as handsome as ever,


    maybe even more so, now that he made no efforts to downy his good looks.


    The only exception to that was possibly the scarf wrapped around his neck.


    That was… the scarf that she had knitted for him!


    Grace looked at the scarf on Jason’s neck and was ovee with several emotions—shock, joy,


    anger, confusion.


    Compared to his full attire of luxurious clothing, her scarf looked so rough and cheap. It wasughable


    that she had rushed to finish it back then because she was afraid that he would be cold. She had even


    been pleased with herself, thinking that it was not badly done. In the end, it just looked like a joke.


    Now, he was actually using this scarf, giving Grace an indescribable feeling in her heart.