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.

everyone in High school, including Coraline and Jon knew me as Jace Pastor. But Jace

I graduated,” There’s a lot of history and secrets between the circumstances of my name which I do not want to reveal

ordinary person can get their kid a card like this. Who is your

I’m supposed to

“I’m just going to

leaves me in the

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

person who could see the truth when they see it,” I snap back, “Also, don’t

you. You stole that card from someone rich,” she takes out her phone from the purse slung across her

I screech, not fancying the idea of getting entangled in a police investigation in the middle of all the other

her, 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 starts to come from the reception room. Clearly, the

than for her to

mind. It’s not a particularly good one, in fact, I do not like it at all. But it got the potential to

“Look, I got

is this great idea you’ve conjured that can prove who you

loathe to do this,” I sigh, “But go

What?”

am who I really am,” I reply, “I’ll call my driver now to pick me up, and he’ll set things straight. I’ll use this card and prove to you that it belongs

me to go to

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