Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1615: A.M.A.Z.I.N.G

Meanwhile...

Grace stared blankly out of her office window, seated on the long sofa. Her cheeks untouched by makeup-were growing redder by the second.

This morning, she had doubted the events of the previous night and how things had escalated. But now, there was no doubt. Everything felt vivid; how she became Haines' breakfast etched into her memory.

How she wished she could just snuggle with him all day. But even if she wanted to, Haines had encouraged her to save a life. Or, more accurately, save an inmate.

"If we were still in our early twenties... I'm sure we'd still be at it," she mumbled to herself, torn between regret and duty.

At this point, she wasn't sure if she should be angry at Cassandra-or at herself— for taking on this case.

"Oh, well." Grace shrugged just as a knock came at the door.

Turning her head, she saw her secretary standing there, with two figures behind her.

"Come in," Grace sighed, prompting Kiara and Hugo to enter.

As the two stepped in, they instantly noticed Grace's somber mood. They exchanged puzzled glances, and Hugo gave a small shrug. Without saying a word, they took a seat across from her.

Kiara nervously clasped her hands together.

Is something wrong with the case? Is that why she seems down?

No one could blame her for thinking that. If only Kiara knew that Grace's dilemma was something else entirely.

But unlike Kiara, Hugo wasn't one to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Grace, what's wrong?" he asked. "Is there a problem with the case?"

a brow, tugging slightly at her high collar as it suddenly felt too tight. "Huh? No,

look like it's the end of

with a sharp shake

her throat, Grace looked at the two. "Anyway, I'm taking Cassandra out of

Hugo's brows drew

called you here... though I probably should've just told you over the phone," she muttered, brushing past it. "But I sort of like seeing you two

while Hugo barely

me at the prison," Grace

still fixed on her. "Grace, can you really do that? Get

to her feet, still reeling. "Miss- I mean, Attorney, are you sure?"

didn't respond. They just stood

told you, her lawyer is incompetent. And I'm anything

grab her briefcase. But

drive you?" he

go together!"

escaped Grace as she glanced at them with mild annoyance. "I know. But I have a lot on my mind right now, and I

and walked off, leaving the

at the open door she

smile curled on her lips, her eyes gleaming. When she

he studied her. "I told

nodded excitedly. "She really

weren't the only ones who thought Grace was

A few hours later...

herself like always. The benches were already occupied by various groups, so she leaned against the wire fences that bordered the yard. During her time here,

people around her.

Cassandra knew—keeping her distance

wandered. For one, she'd already fired her previous lawyer, and yet there had been no word from the new one. She had expected to meet Grace

But there was nothing.

shook her head as negative thoughts crept in. "No, Cassandra. Don't think like