Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 79 Mr. Cayne, I Need Five Million

When Grace appeared in front of Gloria again and handed her the cheque, Gloria simply glanced at her and then took the cheque, "You should know that Cayne's intention is not pure."

"I know it."

What?

Gloria frowned, "You know it, but why did you take the cheque?"

Grace didn't reply.

Gloria didn't go deep into this topic. She was so clear that Grace urgently need a large sum of money. No one was clearer of this than her.

"There're just few days left." Gloria reminded her.

"I... Anyway, I have to try."

"To try what? Grace, give up, please."

"NO."

"You hate President Shaw so much?" Gloria wanted to tell Grace that President Shaw was not that bad to her. When Grace was sick, it was President Shaw who carried her to the hospital. When Grace insisted on going to work regardless of her illness and fainted in the end, it was President Shaw who called his personal doctor. And he even primed her not to tell Grace about this.

Gloria had no idea about what had happened between Grace and Caden. But after witnessing what Caden had done for Grace, she thought maybe Grace doesn't need to be so afraid of Caden. Grace didn't know how to explain it to Gloria... The gap between her and Caden was more complicated than 'love and hatred'.

"Tell me, what are you going to do? How will you try it? Only a week is left. I've calculated the banknotes you have saved, and the total is less than one million. Tell me, how can you earn the rest four million within seven days?

Gloria rubbed her eyebrows helplessly. Could she directly tell Grace: Stop daydreaming. President Shaw had ordered me not to arrange work for you. Just think over it, you hadn't had any tasks recently. Wasn't it clear enough?

"I... I must try it. I still have seven days."

"Who are you going to find? Cayne? Come on, he just comes to you for a night snack occasionally and gives you a cheque worthy of one hundred thousand. Is it enough? Even if he will come to you every day, you can only earn seven hundred thousand at most."

hand, but what she could do was only to keep

also clear that unless there was a miracle; otherwise, Grace wouldn't be able to

that there

Grace, Cayne is very

"For me, President Shaw is the

gotta go first. If I'm lucky enough, I would have a

her eyes when she looked at the back of the

P.R. Department, in disappointment, Grace was preparing to get off work... Just as she had

one day, or two days, three

Naturally, she vaguely had an idea about

the Royal Club and came back to her dormitory in

again - A handsome mixed-race man was standing at the door of her

anything this time. She took out her key and opened the door,

husky voice, "I'll go prepare

of Grace who was bustling around in the kitchen, and curled his lips into a smile. Obviously, he was in a

chopsticks and put a cheque with an amount of one

the dish in the Michelin Restaurant.

"What are you asking?"

did you wait at my door every night and pay me such a large amount of money, just for a bowl of noodles? I'm very clear that the noodles I made were not worthy of 100 thousand... Mr. Cayne... Don't tel me that you think it is worthy. I just want to know, in your opinion, what worthy of it are the noodles, or something

interesting gold digger, but he hadn't expected that she had seen through so many things and was no way a muddleheaded

scar on your forehead is a real eyesore. Plus, I'm a man who enjoys challenged." Cayne said it directly, "Miss James, what about allowing me to cure the injury on your

was speaking, he reached out his slender fingers towards

You should

insist on staying here. Without saying a word, he walked towards the door. Grace had always been vigilant. Although she sent Cayne

pulled by the man. Her hunch told her that something bad would happen next, so she reached out her hand towards her forehead... But it was still late. His moist lips landed on

cautious and had kept a distance from him this

interesting?" She

you don't treat your injury, it would get

the third time he had said