The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 847

The Imperial City.

Grace returned from the garden, weary yet content. Emily approached her with a look of concern, “Grace, you really ought to take it easy. Your health can’t take all this strain.”

Despite her frailty, Grace was relentless in tending to her flowers, a passion that was taking its toll on her well-being.

“It’s alright,” Grace reassured her with a dismissive wave.

She set down her watering can and began to ascend the grand staircase, her back to the world, with Emily trailing behind.

“Grace,” Emily began hesitantly, “there’s word from Craneville. Someone’s digging into the past.”

Grace paused, her hand tightening on the banister. “Who?”

“It’s unclear at the moment.” Emily sighed deeply, “Could it be that the old secrets are leaking out?”

“That’s impossible,” Grace shook her head firmly, “The matters of the past were concealed with the utmost care. No one should be able to unearth them.”

“Ensure our people are cautious. We can’t afford any unwanted discoveries,” Grace instructed before continuing her climb.

“Understood,” replied Emily.

The door closed, and Grace released a heavy breath, tainted with the weight of her thoughts.

Pete’s life, she had invested fortunes in

research.

were a poisonous double-edged sword, one that

the window, her gaze stretching into the darkness of the night, where the silhouette of the mountains lay shrouded in mystery.

didn’t head home. Instead, she checked into a five-star hotel and fired up her laptop. An email awaited her, bearing Charles’s latest findings.

information, Brittany spent the rest of

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of the hotel to find Isaac

home?” he asked, the concern evident in his voice.

Brittany hadn’t shown up. He had

upset over

tired, just needed a good rest,” Brittany

exhaustion.

explanation, refrained from pressing further, fearing that pushing too hard might drive her back into her shell.

jacket over her shoulders.

swing by the

her mind. Isaac could tell it wasn’t anger over Joie’s issues; he suspected work

that rough?” he

she buckled her

grip on the steering wheel tightened imperceptibly.