No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 744

I had no clue if Ernest would agree to my request or not because right then, the cops had me in cuffs and were carting me away. And it wasn't just a friendly escort; they actually detained me. I'm no lawyer, but I've watched enough legal dramas to know that, at worst, I should've just been a suspect, cooperating with an investigation, not getting thrown behind bars. So, this had Ernest's fingerprints all over it. He must've thought this was the safest way to protect me. He'd given me a heads-up after all, so I wasn't panicking, just sitting tight. Grant was the first one to drop by. He couldn't resist a jab, "Director Hudson, guess you'll be getting your paycheck from Uncle Sam this month, huh?" Thinking about my fancy title at the company and my recent no-shows, I couldn't help but feel guilty. "Mr. Smith, consider this my verbal resignation. I'll make it official once I'm out."

"I didn't come here to push you out, don't get it twisted," he clarified. I couldn't help but laugh, "I know. It's just... If I were in your shoes, I would've fired me a long time ago." Grant raised an eyebrow, "You think you're just anyone? Come on." And there it was, out in the open. The whole deal with Ernest and Phipps's real story, Grant had probably known way before I did. Yet, he played along.

So, I decided to play a little game of my own, "Royalty? You mean Ernest? That guy's probably ashes by now." Grant's mouth twitched, "Director Hudson, let's cut the act. We're all insiders here." "Act? What act?" I played dumb. Facing my feigned ignorance, Grant's expressions were a picture show. Finally, he leaned in, mouthing silently, "Ernest sent me. Told me to let you know you're fine. Just sit tight for a few days."

the opportunity for some fun slip. "How did Ernest get the message to you? Did he dream it to you, or can you talk to ghosts now?" Grant's lips twitched, "Okay,

it was my chance to catch up on the outside world. No time to waste, "How's Ernest doing?" "He's been discharged," Grant dropped the bombshell. "Discharged? His injuries were

"He's recuperating at home." Yeah, right. "Or is he off on some mission?" Grant shook his head, but it was obvious he was lying, "Grant, don't play me. Ernest had me locked up here

he up to? Spit it out," I pressed, losing patience. Grant bit his lip, then revealed, "Dustin and Allen are moving some people out. Ernest wanted to handle it personally." So