Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 133

---- Chapter 133 Jordan wanted to see Grace. Grace instinctively reached for her phone, wanting to call Ethan. But the moment she pulled it out, one of the bodyguards gently pushed her hand down. His tone remained polite as he said, "Mr. Henderson Senior won't harm you. He just wants to have a few words with you." She had no choice but to put her phone away. Even as she got into the car, her mind was racing. She had a good idea why Jordan wanted to see her.

Jordan was a man who had weathered countless storms. Back when he still held power, his reputation alone commanded deep respect. Even now, in retirement , plenty of people still jumped at the chance to see him. But in this circle, there were still many who'd never had the privilege of meeting him face-to-face. Grace stepped into the Henderson Residence, a place that was rich with old-world charm. The property had been in the family for ages.

Locals liked to say that back in the day, even prominent politicians used to drop by on their way to the capitol. In Druville, no amount of money could buy a house here. Every property in this neighborhood was owned by influential ---- figures. As the heavy iron gates swung open, Grace caught sight of multiple guards patrolling the grounds. The car continued down the private road for another ten minutes before finally stopping in front of the main house. "Ms.

Lambert, this way, please," the bodyguard said, still perfectly polite. He never looked down on her as if he hadn't heard any of the gossip circulating about her. After stepping out of the car, Grace was led through the grand front hall and up to a study on the second floor. The study spanned nearly two thousand square feet, and rich dark rosewood was used throughout , filling the space with a subtle, earthy fragrance.

wood that was priceless and impossible to find on the market. It was an intimidating space. But when Grace saw Jordan standing behind the desk, calmly painting, she oddly felt more composed. The door shut quietly behind her, leaving only the two of them in the room. Jordan, dressed in a suit, slowly set down his brush and rinsed his hands in a basin on the desk. Grace gave a respectful nod and

simply stood there, calm and composed -as if silently engaging ina battle of patience. Her poise caught Jordan slightly off guard. He slowly set the towel

Ethan was to Jordan. Grace's expression shifted, becoming even more respectful . She replied , "Indeed. Mr. Henderson truly is

head. "Mr. Henderson Senior, I understand what you're getting at. But I can assure you-I've never dared to harbor any romantic thoughts about Mr. Henderson.

ever been. There's never been anything inappropriate between us. You're welcome to ask him yourself. Her tone was polite, her words clear and unflinching. Jordan slowly sat down, lifted the cup from the side table, and gently brushed away the foam on top before taking a sip. He then said,

the cup down before he continued, "If he hadn't chosen to let go of what happened two years ago, wouldn't have spared you." Jordan was clearly referring to the car accident. Achill crept down Grace's spine. She froze slightly , forcing herself to stay calm. Without knowing the full

loved like that." So, it was true. The entire Henderson family knew Ethan loved Eleanor. And Eleanor's death was tied to Grace. It spoke volumes about Ethan's upbringing-that even with what happened, he had never once lashed out. She drew in

Henderson, ---- T'll accept whatever consequences come." Someone like Jordan could make someone disappear without a trace. For the sake of survival, she added a lie she knew he'd want to hear. "Besides, the entire Druville knows I'm already in love with someone else. I may have been distant with him lately, but the truthis... I've