Chapter 79 Mr. Cayne, I Need Five Million


    When Grace appeared in front of Gloria again and handed her the cheque, Gloria simply nced at her


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    and then took the cheque, “You should know that Cayne’s intention is not pure.”


    “I know it.”


    What?


    Gloria frowned, “You know it, but why did you take the cheque?”


    Grace didn’t reply.


    Gloria didn’t go deep into this topic. She was so clear that Grace urgently need arge sum of money.


    No one was clearer of this than her.


    “There’re just few days left.” Gloria reminded her.


    “I… Anyway, I have to try.”


    “To try what? Grace, give up, please.”


    “NO.”


    “You hate President Shaw so much?” Gloria wanted to tell Grace that President Shaw was not that bad


    to her. When Grace was sick, it was President Shaw who carried her to the hospital. When Grace


    insisted on going to work regardless of her illness and fainted in the end, it was President Shaw who


    called his personal doctor. And he even primed her not to tell Grace about this.


    Gloria had no idea about what had happened between Grace and Caden. But after witnessing what


    Caden had done for Grace, she thought maybe Grace doesn’t need to be so afraid of Caden.


    Grace didn’t know how to exin it to Gloria… The gap between her and Caden was moreplicated


    than ‘love and hatred’.


    “Tell me, what are you going to do? How will you try it? Only a week is left. I’ve calcted the


    banknotes you have saved, and the total is less than one million. Tell me, how can you earn the rest


    four million within seven days?


    Gloria rubbed her eyebrows helplessly. Could she directly tell Grace: Stop daydreaming. President


    Shaw had ordered me not to arrange work for you. Just think over it, you hadn’t had any tasks recently.


    Wasn’t it clear enough?


    “I… I must try it. I still have seven days.”


    “Who are you going to find? Cayne? Come on, he justes to you for a night snack asionally and


    gives you a cheque worthy of one hundred thousand. Is it enough? Even if he wille to you every


    day, you can only earn seven hundred thousand at most.”


    Gloria really hoped to give Grace a hand, but what she could do was only to keep what Grace had


    done to earn money a secret.


    But Gloria was also clear that unless there was a miracle; otherwise, Grace wouldn’t be able to reach


    the goal set by Caden within the time limit.


    Gloria also hoped that there would be a miracle.


    “Plus, Grace, Cayne is very dangerous.”


    Grace chuckled, “For me, President Shaw is the most dangerous person.”


    “Gloria, I gotta go first. If I’m lucky enough, I would have a task.”


    Gloria didn’t stop Grace. But a trace of sympathy crept on her eyes when she looked at the back of the


    woman who was walking in a queer way… Little fool, you shouldn’t me your back luck for not having


    a task.


    …


    In the lounge of the P.R. Department, in disappointment, Grace was preparing to get off work… Just as


    she had expected, she didn’t have a task today either.


    She was not stupid. If she had no work for one day, or two days, three days, or even four days, she


    could me her bad luck for it.


    But she hadn’t had work for almost a month… Naturally, she vaguely had an idea about who was


    plotting this behind the scene.


    Grace walked out of the Royal Club and came back to her dormitory in South Bay House.


    It was as if the scenes of yesterday were reconstructed again - A handsome mixed-race man was


    standing at the door of her dormitory.


    Grace didn’t ask him anything this time. She took out her key and opened the door, “Come in, Mr.


    Cayne.”


    She said tly in her husky voice, “I’ll go prepare night snack for you.”


    Cayne nced at the back of Grace who was bustling around in the kitchen, and curled his lips into a


    smile. Obviously, he was in a good mood now.


    As always, he finished the noodles. He then put down the bowl and chopsticks and put a cheque with


    an amount of one hundred thousand on the table.


    “My night snack is much more expensive than the dish in the Michelin Restaurant. Mr. Cayne, can you


    tell me the reason?”


    “What are you asking?”


    “Why did you wait at my door every night and pay me such arge amount of money, just for a bowl of


    noodles? I’m very clear that the noodles I made were not worthy of 100 thousand… Mr. Cayne… Don’t


    tell me that you think it is worthy. I just want to know, in your opinion, what worthy of it are the noodles,


    or something else?”


    Cayne was amazed… He originally thought that she was an interesting gold digger, but he hadn’t


    expected that she had seen through so many things and was no way a muddleheaded woman.


    “The scar on your forehead is a real eyesore. Plus, I’m a man who enjoys challenged.” Cayne said it


    directly, “Miss James, what about allowing me to cure the injury on your forehead?”


    As he was speaking, he reached out his slender fingers towards Grace’s forehead. But Grace frowned


    and dodged his touch.


    “It’ste now. You shoulde back, Mr. Cayne.”


    Cayne didn’t insist on staying here. Without saying a word, he walked towards the door. Grace had


    always been vignt. Although she sent Cayne off to the door, she had kept a distance of about one


    meter from that dangerous man.


    “Mr. Cayne, goodb… Hmmm…” Before she could finish the word, she was pulled by the man. Her


    hunch told her that something bad would happen next, so she reached out her hand towards her


    forehead… But it was stillte. His moist lipsnded on her forehead and left quickly.


    Grace was annoyed. She had been so cautious and had kept a distance from him this time!


    “Is it interesting?” She shouted.


    “If you don’t treat your injury, it would get inmed.”


    It was the third time he had said the sentence.


    Grace was fuming. Why did this person go against her will again and again?


    “You can also require me not toe tomorrow. I promise, Miss James, if you say it out, I will definitely


    listen to your advice.”


    Grace clenched her fists tightly.


    She was in short of money. She was extremely in short of money!


    She remained silent with a gloomy expression.


    Cayne slightly curled his lips… He knew about her Achilles'' heel and her weakness. He had a lot of


    money – it was the most invaluable thing in his dictionary.


    “If Miss James doesn’t want to say out the request, then it means you tacitly wee me toe to


    you for night snack.” Cayne smiled and continued, “Then Miss James, I can’t guarantee that next time,


    I would be able to suppress the impulse to kiss your scar.”


    Grace lowered her head and pulled a long face… She really wished to drive this annoying man out of


    her dormitory and not to see him in the rest of her life.


    But at present, he was the only source for her to earn money.


    “Mr. Cayne, you really like to rub salt in other’s wound.”


    “Miss James, you mistook me. I just want to help you cure the wound. You may feel ufortable


    during the process, but I promise that it is contemporary. When the treatmentes to an end and


    your injury begins to scab, everything will be better and better.”


    Shameless!


    How could he make a grandiose excuse for his behavior of casually spreading sault on other’s wound?


    He was so shameless!


    But right at this moment, she had no other choice. After all… she owned Caden five million.


    Cayne could clearly see Grace’s struggle and unwillingness on her face.


    Grace suddenly raised her head, “Mr. Cayne, I need five million.”