Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 52: So who did you get beaten up by?

Selena was surrounded by a doctor and almost choked when she heard Grace's words, she just wanted to speak up, but the doctor just happened to accidentally poke her injured cheek at that moment, causing her to "hiss" in pain. This sound made Grace even more angry.

"Raymond, within ten minutes, have someone take that little brat home, I'll have to serve him with the family law today!"

Raymond stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Carter hit Selena, how is that possible?

"Auntie, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"

"The girl's face is swollen, five fingerprints are clearly imprinted, what misunderstanding can there be?!"

Far away from the bar, Carter, at this time in the deafening sound of music sneezed, always felt some cold chill at the back of his neck.

Raymond's eyes clear of light, thought, slapped?

Selena finally had a chance to speak up at this moment, and hurried out.

"Ms Montague, not Carter, Carter is very nice, he would never do it."

Grace squeezed the phone's, her movement stiffened, never?

you afraid I'll chastise him,

"It really wasn't him."

who did you

"I .... My family."

of pity appeared in Grace's eyes, though she was relieved to

off the hook. Here's my cell phone number, save it, and if Carter treats you badly, you can tell me anytime." Selena was a little hesitant,

hang up the

it's okay, I'm hanging

really worried that Raymond's side would say one more words and expose her and Carter, and at this moment confronting Grace face to face would

her face taken care of,

Montague, I have things to do at home, so I'll go back

you can't fix at home, just call me, or tell Carter

her mouth, feeling the lie

"Sure, thank you."

or not, so that Carter himself could go

back to the

apartment was rarely visited, only Shelley occasionally came over to sit, so

opened her computer, edited several proposals she had prepared into a

not reply, as she

took a look in the mirror to make sure the marks on her face were gone and drove to the New York Academy of

University is the highest academic hall of fine arts in the country. Every year on this day, an exhibition of paintings was held in the school and all kinds of people from the industry were