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.

life, she had invested fortunes in

research.

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

stood by the window, her gaze stretching into the darkness of the night, where the silhouette of the mountains lay

into a five-star hotel and

rest of the night at Bri-jeweled Studio.

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next day, she stepped out of the hotel

home?” he asked, the concern evident

Brittany hadn’t shown

over

Brittany met his gaze, her voice

exhaustion.

her explanation, refrained from pressing further, fearing that pushing too hard might

his jacket over her shoulders. “Shall I take you

let’s also swing by

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

business trip that rough?” he probed.

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

on the steering wheel