The Queen They Buried

Chapter 395

Hugo was the cop who handled her case. After they got to know each other, they actually got along pretty well and eventually became friends. Birgitte didn’t deny she liked him, but trying to explain that to Grace was pointless.

“Ms. Miller, let’s go,” Birgitte said, turning to Aubree.

The painting was already packed up, and with her business done, Birgitte had zero interest in hanging around this place any longer.

Grace’s face was already swelling from the slap. She touched her check, her anger flaring even hotter. Suddenly, she grabbed Birgitte. “What’s the rush? Trying to run because I hit a sore spot?

“You’re not going anywhere. Unless you call Hugo right now and tell him you’re cutting all ties with him, I won’t let you go!”

“Grace!” Birgitte frowned, her patience wearing thin.

She was worried that if Grace lost control, she might cause a scene. Birgitte didn’t care about it, but she didn’t want Aubree to get dragged into it.

“You have no right to interfere in my personal business,” Birgitte said firmly.

Seeing that Grace was starting to go overboard and worried things might get out of hand, Elizabeth finally spoke up. “Ms. Miller, she’s just a kid. Is it really worth making such a big deal out of this?”

one who’s nineteen–so if

she was not playing the childish card. She didn’t

for a second. She hadn’t expected Aubree to be so

and clear

to deal with Grace, there was no way they’d be able to leave today. Without another word, she pulled out

Hugo didn’t actually like her. In fact, he was probably getting

I’m being childish

glance. With her presense, she felt that

if I’m not better than Birgitte at anything, just having the Lawson name means I’m already ahead at the starting line, she

her arms and scoffed, “Go ahead, call him. Who do you think you are? Hugo’s mom and dad are both high up in the military. Do you really think

he only pities you. Don’t take it

a little dignity? No need to throw

didn’t even bother listening–she was already dialing

**

and in this generation, Bowen’s older brother had gone into government service. When he was still alive, the

now, the bond between the two families remained

the two families were having a small get–together