The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 188 Another Secret About Grace Langley

Natalie had to admit that Marcus was undeniably attractive—his graceful demeanor combined with an unconscious, almost effortless charm made him hard to ignore.

Still, her brothers from the Walkers weren't too shabby either, especially her second brother, Lincoln. His looks were truly exceptional.

Pulling her gaze away from Marcus, Natalie walked to the other side of the room and sank into the couch. "Alright, let's hear it. What's Grace's secret?"

Marcus smiled faintly, his lips curving in a way that softened his sharp features. His reddened eyes and lowered lashes made him look heartbreakingly sincere, as if the intensity of his emotions might spill over at any moment.

"What kind of secret do you want to hear, Ms. Walker?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "Grace has so many. Which one do you want?"

He loosened his already unfastened tie further, exposing more of his collarbone, before collapsing onto the sofa in a lazy sprawl. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he muttered, "Water. I need water."

Natalie stared at him in disbelief.

"Marcus, cut the drunken nonsense!" she snapped, her irritation plain. "What happened to all the helpers around here? Normally, you can't take a step in this house without tripping over someone. Now, suddenly, not a soul in sight."

And Sheldon, who was usually so omnipresent, was nowhere to be found. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were purposefully leaving her alone to deal with this mess.

"Where are your bodyguards?" she demanded.

She walked around the room, searching for Marcus' usual entourage. Elijah and Noah, his ever-loyal bodyguards, were always at his side. If he was at the Holden Group, his assistant, Ethan, would take over.

Earlier, Elijah had helped him inside. But now he was gone.

"Water. I said I need water," Marcus repeated, ignoring her question.

"Not until you spill the secret," Natalie retorted, glaring down at him. "Marcus, don't try this drunken act with me."

"I am trying it," he said, his tone taking on a petulant edge. Suddenly, he lurched upright, but before he could do anything else, Natalie planted her foot firmly on his chest and shoved him back onto the couch.

me?"

pitiful expression. "You're so

through clenched teeth. She cursed herself for coming downstairs to deal with his antics instead of

removing her foot from his chest and turning to

a firm, burning grip wrapped around her waist, yanking her back. Marcus' deep, raspy voice murmured in her ear, "Grace's son, Victor, isn't her biological

the words taking

slowly, "Victor

my grandfather and Grace." "You're the one who said he's not her son," Natalie pointed out, shoving him off her. "So, who is

and smoothing his rumpled clothes. His

that, he turned and

stared after him, dumbfounded. What the hell

Marcus paused at the second-floor railing and leaned over to look

met, Marcus quickly ducked out of sight. Natalie responded with a

Walker," Sheldon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling her.

own question,

before disappearing as quickly as he

she was the only sober person in a

on her bed, but sleep didn't come. Her mind churned with questions. If Victor wasn't Grace's son, then whose child was he?

what was Grace's

it,

up, Grace

seemed like the perfect

l.ne

loving and attentive That image had been deeply ingrained in her mind, making、

these

little things she'd overlooked before—they all felt glaringly obvious now. She rolled onto her back with a huff, staring at the ceiling. It irritated her to no end that

room for answers. But she quickly dismissed the idea. Marcus was clearly drunk, and

figured she would let