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?

I'll chastise him,

"It really wasn't him."

who did you

"I .... My family."

flash of pity appeared in Grace's eyes, though she was relieved to learn that it

him, or I wouldn't have let him 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, she and Carter were supposed to have a fake

hang up the phone

okay, I'm

one more words and expose her and Carter, and at this moment confronting Grace face to

care of, Selena hurriedly

do at home,

call me, or tell Carter it's fine, you're his girlfriend, he should

of her mouth, feeling the lie like a snowball, rolling bigger and

"Sure, thank you."

in the driver's seat, debating whether she should tell Carter or not, so that Carter himself could

back to the apartment where she

only Shelley occasionally came over to sit, so it seemed

she had prepared into a document and sent

reply,

to make sure the marks on her face were gone and drove to the New York Academy

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