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.

extend Pete’s life, she had

research.

that promised life extension were a poisonous double-edged sword, one that eventually

into the darkness of the

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

information, Brittany spent the rest of the night

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next day, she stepped out of the hotel to find Isaac waiting

you come home?” he asked, the concern evident in

dinner the night before, but Brittany hadn’t shown up. He had tracked her down

she upset over something concerning Joie?

tired, just needed a good rest,” Brittany met his gaze, her

exhaustion.

further, fearing that pushing too hard might

over her shoulders. “Shall I

also swing by the

tell it

trip that rough?” he probed.

went smoothly. The project’s partnership agreement is all signed,” Brittany replied as she buckled her seat belt. “It’s just…

on the steering wheel tightened