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    Wanting to liven things up, I made phone calls inviting more people to join. During the waiting period, Grace filled in for two rounds.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    "Mrs. Brooke isn''t answering her phone. Is something wrong?"


    "You don''t know? Last night, Mrs. Brooke stormed into Fortress, wielding a knife. It''s said that when she arrived, the screens in the lobby were ying a loop of her husband with a woman," Jean recounted excitedly.


    "What video?"


    "You know, that kind."


    Thedies burst intoughter.


    "Did she offend someone? The Brooke family has a solid background. Isn''t this a p in their face?"


    "Fortress doesn''t easily disclose client privacy. Whoever did this must be a big shot."


    Grace gazed at the cards in her hand, smiling but saying nothing.


    Bored of the women''s chatter, Victor excused himself for some fresh air.


    He sent a text to Grace. "I''ll wait outside. Come out after two rounds."


    That was her n, too. After two rounds, she politely prepared to leave.


    But just as she was about to stand up, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.


    A soft voice sounded. "Sorry for beingte,dies."


    Hearing that, Grace turned around.


    It was a woman full of charm. Though she was aging and had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her every move exuded a seductive allure that men would find irresistible. "Prisci, you''re finally here," Jean greeted warmly, stepping forward.


    "I left as soon as you called," Prisci replied as she was pushed into a seat.


    Then, she nced at Grace. "Oh, it''s rare to see such beauty. Which family are you from?"


    Grace didn''t appreciate how she


    acted familiar and hesitated for et


    moment before replying, "I have some urgent matters to attend to.


    I''m sorry,dies."


    They didn''t insist on her staying. As Grace reached the door, she overheard Jean asking, "I heard your son, Jake, had an ident. Is he okay?" Grace''s footsteps halted.


    Jake?


    "It was a minor injury. Raymond values him greatly. As soon as he recovered, Raymond sent him abroad to oversee a project." "Lucky him."


    Grace released her grip on the door handle and stepped back. "My ns got canceled. I''ll stay and y with you,dies."


    Some didn''t react to her return in time, but I had already stood up to vacate her seat. "Then, let''s enjoy ourselves. I''ll go make coffee." The heiress of the Lewis family was not someone she could offend.


    Grace sat across from Prisci. "I''ve met the otherdies before, but I don''t believe we''ve met. Which family are you from?"


    Prisci didn''t directly answer. "Just call me Aunt Prisci."


    "Do you know Uncle Raymond?"


    Surprised by her address, Prisci asked, "You call him Uncle Raymond?"


    Jean quickly intervened, saying, "This is Grace, the daughter of the Lewis family. She''s like Raymond''s daughter. Don''t you recognize her?"


    Prisci''s smile faltered for a moment. "He''s mentioned her, but I''ve never met her. You''ve grown into quite a beauty, Grace."


    Grace pushed a chip into the middle. "He''s never mentioned you to me."


    She was now sure that this woman was Raymond''s mistress, Jake''s mother, and the one responsible for destroying Raymond and Hestia''s rtionship-Prisci Ss


    The room fell silent for a moment. Prisci calmly ced a chip on Grace''s "We didn''t know each other before, but we do now. Just call me Aunt Prisci. If you don''t want to, it''s okay."


    She was quite confident.


    Years of Raymond indulging her had made her so.