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?"

family's youngest daughter and that you

he was chubby, overdressed, and not taller than

face darken. "You've mistaken him. My

smooth things over. "Yes, Grace, I've met Jake before. He's about five feet ten. There aren't many who can match

her gaze. "How

that name, Jean stiffened. "Well,

an acknowledged fact in

achieved a double doctorate degree at 18 years old. Now, he was even in charge of the Fulton Group. Jake was nothing compared

would have thought Mr. Jones had abandoned his original wife and married a

had also

particularly close to Priscilla. Feeling embarrassed by

she didn't dare

it silently. The gap between the Jones

insurmountable.

middle. "Looks can't feed

Grace followed

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

her grip on her cards, squinting at

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