Chapter 646 The Chips Are Mine

It was normal that Priscilla didn't know Grace. In this circle, the line between the original wife and the mistress was clear. Men were smart. They knew who could be brought out in front of whom and who couldn't.

Although Raymond and Hestia had divorced long ago, he had never given Priscilla a title in all these years.

She could only mingle in the circles of these wealthy ladies because of Jake and a lot of money.

Others respected her for two reasons. Firstly, because Hestia was aloof and never participated in their activities. Secondly, they speculated whether Jake would ascend to power and hence give her a boost in

status.

"Oh, Aunt Priscilla. I'll address you as you wish for Uncle Raymond's sake," Grace responded casually.

It wasn't for Priscilla. It was for Raymond.

Priscilla wasn't angry. "I've heard about you from Jake."

"What did he say about me?"

youngest daughter and that

felt disgusted. "But I don't really remember him. I just remember that... he was chubby, overdressed, and not taller than five feet two. He's very

Priscilla's face darken. "You've mistaken him. My Jake is well-known for

intervened to smooth things over. "Yes, Grace, I've met Jake before. He's about five feet ten. There

lifted her gaze. "How about

name, Jean

was an acknowledged

a double doctorate degree at 18 years old. Now, he was even in charge of the Fulton Group. Jake

would have thought

had also been

close to Priscilla. Feeling

didn't dare

endure it silently. The gap between the Jones

insurmountable.

in the middle. "Looks can't feed

Grace followed

Pamore. I'm stationed there regularly. If there's anything he needs help with, you can tell him

on her cards, squinting at the sharp-tongued woman before

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