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.

stared at him stubbornly, not answering his

woman. Grace didn't care about

said! I am not

time, did you run all the way here?" His gaze got cold, staring straight into

smoke, this cold gaze was partly hidden and partly visible,

felt the pressure emanated from the man behind the desk, which was

door quietly. She did not intend to give

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

her want to knock on her own brain. Why was she so

The low voice unique to that man reached her ears, "Where are

head aside, and the meaning of

soundlessly, suddenly scooped Grace up in his arms,

already brought a group of people

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 into the

break in at a time like

they knew what kind of people they could offend as well as the people they couldn't; they knew what kind of things they could

sat up, she felt the bed sank. She raised her head and saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed,

face turned pale, eyes looking outside of the door... So many people!

She stretched out her leg and wanted to kick

the grasp on her ankle exerted more force. The man turned around and glanced at her, the sign of warning was

her teeth and pressed down the urge to

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

me however

at this moment. Or, tearing everyone in front of her into

her