Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 170 The Three-Year-Torture Makes her Get Used to be Lowly

"Half an hour later, someone will help design the style for you."

With that, the door was closed again quietly.

Watching the closed door, Grace clenched her fists tightly... Why did she get to this point!

Why could he look so calm after all these things?

Why was she imprisoned in this gorgeous mansion!

Today, Gloria became the only way that she could contact the outside world.

She sat by the window dazedly, she had the view of half of the entire mansion. The two iron gates were opened, allowing the entrance of a business car.

She pushed the window open slightly, hearing the sound of the car engine, the brakes and the flameout. After that, it was the voice of the rigid butler saying "Follow me". Grace sat by the window and listened to all the sounds. The expressionless face of Sam the butler appeared in her mind again.

She suddenly stood up and ran out of the bedroom. Her fingers on the doorknob, and pulled open the door.

She ran all the way to the study room according to her memory... She panted heavily as she ran.

Bang!

The door was smashed to the wall:

"Caden Shaw, I am not going!"

The study room was immersed in smoke. The man sat on the chair and kept smoking when the door was knocked open. The loud noise made his cigar tremble a little, but soon, he looked as cold as usual. His dark eyes landed on the woman standing by the door. Seeing that she was panting heavily, he asked, "Did you run all the way here?" His voice was light.

She stared at him stubbornly, not answering his question, but emphasizing

sharp as the eagle, targeting on the woman. Grace didn't care about that at all, did it matter how she come here? Running or

said! I am not

you run all the

gaze was partly hidden and

lips. She felt the pressure emanated from the man behind the desk, which was so intense

she was extremely stubborn, biting her lips tightly and standing at the door quietly. She did not intend to give in, thus, she stared into his eyes

as though it was about to jump out of her chest. Her eyes reddened, but she insisted to be quiet and just kept staring at him. Subconsciously, she stepped back, the man was still the same as before... No, he was

stepping back, she suddenly realized something that made her want to knock on her own brain. Why was

The low voice unique

aside, and the meaning of that was obvious even

up in his arms, walking towards the

the door of the bedroom, the old butler had already brought a group of people here, waiting by the door.

see Caden. Though he was old, he was quite experienced. His gaze landed on the arms of Caden, and his eyes moved a bit with a sheen flashing across. "Um." Caden answered mildly, walking straight

order, nobody would be stupid enough to break in at a time like

they knew what kind of people they

onto the bed. Before the latter sat up, she felt the bed sank. She raised her head and saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, one of his hands was

of the door... So

possibility, Grace's face became pale. She stretched out her leg and wanted

exerted more force. The man turned around and glanced at her, the sign of warning was obvious in that

shrank, she clenched her teeth and

ankle, move her leg upward gradually... This action! Grace bit her lips harshly, as though all the blood was drained from her

me however you

outside... Grace felt like dying at this moment.

her eyes