Regret Came Too Late

If Grace had once paid off a 40-million-dollar penalty fee for Yasmine, their relationship had to have been tight.

She stayed quiet, and Yasmine didn't press further. Instead, Yasmine asked, "You really don't remember anything, huh? Alright, I won't dig into the past. But just so you know, I've got a couple of solid projects on hand right now. A few investors are already circling. You're strapped for cash these days, right?"

Grace nodded without hesitation. She wasn't in the mood to sugarcoat reality.

Yasmine leaned back in her chair, casually flipping through her phone. A few minutes later, she set it down and said,

"I'm working on five projects right now. Two are... decent. You'll make some profit, but nothing crazy. The other three are near sure-things-high return, low risk. The question is, Grace, do you trust me enough to take the leap?"

After all, to the current Grace, who had lost all her memories, Yasmine was just a stranger now.

Grace studied her for a second, then smiled. "I trust you," she said. "When I pulled your background file, even your name felt familiar."

Yasmine smiled back, reaching out to shake her hand. "I'm swamped lately. I have a meeting with my studio team after this. If there's anything you need, just call me."

"Got it."

toward the exit without

just opened her car door when she paused, hesitating. She looked like she wanted to ask something, but ended

broke the silence. "Yasmine," she said, voice steady. "You know about my past. Do you know what happened

a god among men. Everyone believed she had been the reason for his accident and that he hated her for it. But

personal stuff and never about Ethan. Back then, you did have someone you liked, though.

never understood why you stayed by Yancey's side all that time.

Grace had thought Yancey was someone's stand-in. It turned out that she had been using

around her memories felt even messier now. She rubbed her temples, her head pounding

and pulled her into a quick hug. "If I'd known you were gonna lose your memory, I

Some things couldn't be rushed. She had to take it one step

car, waving goodbye at

to open her own car door. However, she froze when she heard footsteps from around the

closer and found a man leaning lazily against the wall, smoking. It was

acknowledging him. But he called