10. The Card Belongs to me!

For a moment, I am confused.

Of course, the card belonged to Jace Greyson. That shouldn’t create any issues, because my frickin name is Jace Greyson. Had Coraline hit her head somewhere? Was that the reason why she was acting so goddamned strange today?

“I knew that you were up to something sketchy,” Coraline goes on to say, “This card is clearly not yours, you have stolen it from somebody. Who did you steal from? Do you know how much these cards are worth?”

“What? I didn’t steal it, because that’s my card, and that’s my name,” I insist, “I’m Jace Greyson!”

The waiter looks in between us, and his brows furrow, “Sir,” he addresses me, “this is a very valuable card, and the miss’s claim is a serious offense. I don’t think I can let you go. We thought you were wealthy upon your initial reaction to our mistake, but now I’m starting to think that it isn’t the case.”

Why, the gall

I step forward and grab the card from Coraline’s hand, making her yelp, and read the name on the card.

Jace Greyson.

What was she so confused about?

And then it hits me

I wasn’t Jace Greyson always. When I was in high school, my surname was different. Instead of using my father’s surname, I was using my mother’s surname. It was only after graduating that I changed my name to what I was using now.

including Coraline and Jon knew me as Jace Pastor. But Jace Pastor didn’t exist anymore. I was

name which I do not want to reveal to anyone, so I decide to keep it

convenient,” Coraline spits, her eyes narrowing even more, “No ordinary person can get their kid a card

“I don’t know how I’m

just going to let you two figure

leaves me in the parking lot

but not now,” Coraline seethes, “You’re clearly a thief. I thought

it,” I snap back,

someone rich,” she takes out her phone from the purse

taking this too far!” I screech, not fancying the idea of getting entangled in a police investigation in the middle

my mind racing to find a solution for this. All around us, the twilight was turning to night. More and more vehicles come to park in the restaurant parking lot, and music

do more than for her to leave me

not a particularly good one, in fact, I do not like it

I got an idea,”

idea you’ve conjured that can prove who you

this,” I

What?”

call my driver now to

at me, “You want me to go

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