Chapter 82

Grace stepped out of the booth an hour later, her expression cool and composed, the subtle smirk of a deal well made still lingering on her lips.

But the moment she saw who was waiting for her, the smile vanished.

It wasn’t Ryuji standing by the exit.

It was Marco.

Her jaw clenched, but she didn’t falter. Without missing a beat, she picked up her pace and strode right past him, heading straight for the exit as if he didn’t exist.

Marco wasn’t having it.

“Grace,” he called in a low but firm voice.

But still, she ignored him.

“Grace,” he hissed again while walking faster this time as he tried to close in on her.

Still, she kept walking, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she pushed through the restaurant doors.

Marco was right behind her.

She made it to her car, yanking the door open and slipped into the backseat before he could catch up. She exhaled, gripping the edge of her seat, thinking she had