The Queen They Buried

Chapter 457

Aubree and Birgitte were not only superior and subordinate, but also friends. Outside of work, they would occasionally joke around with each other.

“So, how’s it going with you and Hugo after the Moore family’s birthday party in Rithol City?” Aubree asked, a teasing glint in her eye.

Birgitte paused for a moment before replying, “Well, both Hugo and Grace returned to Südlichen Strand and continued working, Grace remained the same as ever. I thought after everything Hugo had done, he’d finally be more decisive with her.”Birgitte Cherniavsky

Aubree’s playful expression faded. “He still can’t turn Grace down,” she said.

“Turn down” here referred to how Grace had constantly found excuses and reasons to plead for Hugo’s help. Even though he knew perfectly well that these were likely just excuses for her to get close to him, he still found it hard to say no and ended up leaving everything behind to go to her

It has nothing to do with love; he simply can’t let go of his sense of responsibility, Birgitte thought.

“He has a tremendous sense of responsibility,” Birgitte said. ‘I don’t blame him. Everyone has their own personality. Wasn’t it that very same sense of responsibility that first drew me to hirn?‘ she thought.

Birgitte smiled with relief and said, “Let it be.”

As they chatted and walked toward the restaurant, something unexpected happened just as they were about to enter.

bottle straight at Birgitte’s face and shouted.

out!” At that critical moment, someone rushed in from the side and shouted, shielding Birgitte in his arms and simultaneously pushing Aubree away, saving her from an unexpected

filled the air.“Patrick Steward!” Birgitte

out on his forehead, and his entire body trembled from the pain. Yet

are you okay?” Patrick forced out through gritted teeth, his words, despite the pain, still full

911, quick!” Birgitte

ground. She was no longer that scrawny, helpless

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and the professional training she had received, taking down

the ground, her face icy cold. “Who

can’t stand that bitch, Birgitte. Who is she that can steal Hugo from our Grace? What a slut! She’s got herself a new guy to play hero for her so soon?” the middle–aged man

bloodshot eyes were wild, his face twisted with rage, his voice completely deranged. He was clearly

subdued him. The sharp wail

to assist with the investigation. With all the

Bree Technology, Ms. Cherniavsky and Ms.

name of Grace. Is he talking about Grace Lawson?” Another

Grace Lawson? What’s she got to do with all