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.

desperate to extend Pete’s life, she had invested

research.

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

stretching into the darkness of the night, where the silhouette of

home. Instead, she checked into a five-star hotel and fired up her laptop. An email awaited her, bearing Charles’s latest

rest of the night

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next day, she stepped out of the hotel to

he asked, the concern evident in his

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

she upset over something concerning Joie?

a good rest,” Brittany met his gaze,

exhaustion.

skeptical of her explanation, refrained from pressing further, fearing that pushing too hard might drive her back

his jacket over her shoulders.

swing

had something on her mind. Isaac could tell it wasn’t anger over

the business trip that

as she buckled her seat belt. “It’s just… returning to Craneville stirred up

on the steering wheel tightened