Chapter 513: Miss Hancock, Beware of Fire Hazards

Before Grace could finish speaking, Jared had already stood up and waved to someone in the distance, "Tina, I'm here."

Grace was stunned. Tina? Why was she here?

Wasn't she supposed to be taking care of the old lady at the Lyon family?

Grace turned around to see Tina in a biker suit, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, holding a helmet in one hand. She looked both cool and fierce! Tina walked over, set the helmet on the table, and kissed Jared on the lips in front of Grace.

"I'm late."

"No, you're just in time," Jared said, taking Tina's hand and pulling her into a seat next to him. He pushed a plate with freshly cut steak towards her. "Just cut, eat up." "Thank you, uncle," Tina replied with a smile, happily digging into the steak.

Jared ruffled Tina's hair, then turned to Grace, "What were you saying?"

Grace clenched the tablecloth under the table tightly, her fingertips turning pale from the force, her veins bulging.

Yet, to maintain her image, she forced a smile.

"I was saying, shouldn't we have a wedding ceremony in Clearwater before heading back to Ashbury to have another?"

Grace couldn't believe it; she had made her point clear, yet Tina seemed oblivious. She was the one recognized as the future granddaughter-in-law of the Lyon family!

Jared smirked, "Tina and I only want to have it in Ashbury, since we don't have many relatives in Clearwater."

through, "Mr. Farrell, are you mistaken about something? We're sitting here because

wanted to tell you that Tina is my fiancée.

good

a clothes designer,

country bumpkin who thought

Nothing but a clown!

earth did Jared want

Hancock family, one of the top families in

a country bumpkin

by birth or by beauty, Grace believed she was in no way inferior to

Had Jared gone blind?

her meal, Tina pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth and noticed Grace's untouched steak, kindly reminding, "Miss Hancock, the steak will not

worry, Miss Reed!" A tear fell from Grace's eye as she

tear Tina to pieces

shrugged, "Then take your

wrapping an arm around her slim waist, not looking back

her back to Grace, said lightly, "Miss Hancock, you should head home early, beware

at their departing figures, her palms nearly

Grace's heart spilled into reality as she

and the candles on the table

spilled over Grace along with

to catch every twist

candle fire, fueled by the spilled wine,

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