Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Dylan coughed a couple of times, his expression dark. "Let's get out of here."

He'd been trying to find a way to see Grace, but he had eyes on him everywhere, and his businesses overseas had taken a hit.

He had been stuck in meetings non-stop and couldn't get away.

Once he'd finally sorted everything out, he'd wanted to see Grace, but then the relentless chase started.

Ethan really had hidden everything too well.

After they got in the car, Dylan's face turned deathly pale. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have died tonight.

Back at his place, the doctor was already waiting.

Someone spoke up then. "Mr. Henderson, should we tell the old man about this?"

Dylan just scoffed. What was the point of telling Jordan? Something about his older brother's death was off, but they'd just rushed through the funeral and dropped it.

Who knew what Jordan was really thinking?

He took a deep, shaky breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead until the bullet was finally removed, clinking against the metal tray.

"Sir, could we use Grace as leverage?"

If Ethan cared about her, then she was his weakness.

Dylan narrowed his eyes, and a cold smirk played on his lips.

"Go after Grace? Ethan is a rabid dog, and Grace is the one holding the leash. If she's gone, we're all screwed. Why go after her? Are we in a hurry to die?"noveldrama

It wasn't that he was so afraid of Ethan-he just understood the situation.

The person who spoke quickly shut their mouth, looking a little panicked. Dylan took a deep breath, his expression going blank again.

"But the more he cares about Grace, the more impatient he'll become. We won't touch Grace, but we can make her take action herself. That'll hurt more than killing Ethan."

The people present didn't understand his plan and could only wait for further instructions.

Dylan watched the doctor wrap his bandage, his pale lips moving to say, "Keep digging into Grace's boyfriend. Ideally, that man will end up dead by Ethan's hand. That way, Grace will go after Ethan herself."

Everyone's eyes widened with understanding, and they jumped into action.

Dylan watched the blood in the basin, and his hand slowly tightened into a fist.

He wasn't going to live his life in Ethan's shadow-just wait and see!

...

When Grace woke up, she cleaned the bloodstain from her door and then asked the building management about the cameras.

She discovered that the building's security cameras were malfunctioning, so there was no way to know who had left the mark.

After arriving at the company with a heavy heart, she signed the contract,

intending to have someone deliver it to Yule Group.

But when she thought of Simon, she decided to go herself.

This time, Simon didn't make things difficult for her. He readily signed the final confirmation on the contract and then slammed it down on the desk.

"Take the contract and get out," he sneered.

His attitude was exactly the same as it had been in the karaoke bar.

Grace bit back a retort, gracefully picking up the contract. "Thank you, Mr. Yule."

Simon propped his chin on his hand, looking troubled by something.

Just then, Grace's phone rang. It was Yasmine calling.

Not bothering to step away from Simon, she pressed the answer button. "Yasmine? What's up?"

She turned to leave as she spoke.

Unexpectedly, Simon's body stiffened up. He stood up quickly and grabbed her

arm.

Grace was a little surprised but just raised an eyebrow.

Simon took her phone and put it on speaker. Yasmine's voice suddenly boomed through the room.

"The script's locked in. I'll email it to you. Make sure you take a look when you get back. Grace, have ever thought about investing in some good actors? The

entertainment industry makel

way

more money than your company. My studio needs to expand too. You put up the cash and pick the talent, and I'll handle the training. Half of my studio will be yours," Yasmine said.

Yasmine had

d bailed from her old

company two years ago, but her current studio had only been fully staffed for about six months. Right now, they were just doing small-time projects that made some cash but didn't get them any real buzz.

Her studio had only a few struggling artists. The entire studio would skyrocket in

value if even one A-list celebrity emerged.

Grace knew Yasmine had talent and ambition.

She took a deep breath. "Okay, if you have anyone you're considering signing,

send me their info first. I'll meet with you when I have some time."

Yasmine laughed on the other end, sounding genuinely happy. "Great! I've been looking forward to working with you."

When Grace hung up, Simon asked, " Do you know Yasmine?"

This also surprised Grace. Why did Simon seem so concerned about Yasmine? Grace nodded. "Yeah, she's a friend of mine."

Simon had been too proud to contact Yasmine directly these past few days. He had hoped to run into her at some event and tell her his real identity, making her regret what she'd missed out on.

But despite attending countless boring parties, big and small, he hadn't bumped into her even once.

It was his own fault for not asking about her work. Now, he had no idea where to find her, not even her real name. Grace's call finally clued him in—she worked in the entertainment industry.

She probably wasn't a celebrity, but maybe someone who worked behind the scenes.

It was no wonder he couldn't find her-the industry had such a complex network, and people who worked behind the scenes were even harder to track down.

A smile played on his lips. "When you meet up with her, let me know." Grace's brow furrowed. "That's not really part of my job description, is it, Mr. Yule?"

Simon leaned back in his chair, his demeanor becoming arrogant again.

"I can cancel the contract you're holding at any time. After all, breaking a deal with

your family won't cost me anything. Most people in the industry are waiting to see you fail anyway."

That was the he truth—everyone knew she used to be Yancey's lapdog. After all the things that had

happened to the Lambert family

some men even started making nasty guesses about whether she would end up as a social butterfly.

What they meant by "social butterfly" was really a woman who went from one guy

to another, selling her body for cash until the last one got bored and pawned her

off on the next.

After all, there was no denying Grace was gorgeous.

A woman of striking appearance who lacked sufficient power to shield herself was bound to become an object of exploitation.