"Eve, a million dollars. Please pay up," she demanded, holding out her hand toward Sloan. Out of guilt, Sloan didn't dare drag things out and quickly handed over his card. Grace processed the payment and then glanced at Yancey. The way Sloan had paid so quickly suggested that something had indeed happened between them. Raising an eyebrow, she said nothing. Some truths were best left unsaid. She turned and left to change out of her uniform in the employee break room.

Suddenly, the door behind her flung open. Yancey stormed inside, his fury barely restrained. He grabbed her by the throat. "Grace, are you trying to die? You went too far this time!" he exclaimed, his anger palpable. How was he and Sloan supposed to face each other now after she had said that in front of everyone? Grace stared at his rage-contorted face and felt a sharp pain shooting through her chest. The grip on her throat tightened, and she was almost suffocating.

Pain spread from her heart to every limb, and her body grew cold. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. Yancey jerked to the side, his expression frozen in disbelief. His grip on her throat loosened instantly. He touched his cheek, stunned for several seconds. The Grace he knew would never hit him, but she would rather hurt herself than see him get hurt, let alone humiliate him in front of everyone. A sense of unease crept into him.

Then Grace asked, "Does it hurt?" Yancey's confidence faltered. She was not just trying to get his attention. It made sense; Grace loved him to death. There was no way she could live without him. They took a deep breath. "Let's see how long you can keep this up." Grace leaned against the wall, waiting until he finally left before she pressed her hand to her stomach. When Yancey choked her earlier, she was barely able to hold back the nausea.

After drinking so much, there was no way she didn't feel it. Her stomach was already in turmoil. She changed out of the uniform quickly and left Velvet Eclipse. Just as she stepped outside, someone grabbed her roughly. Sloan gave her a sharp kick in the stomach, then asked with a sinister look on his face, "Feeling proud of yourself?" Grace wiped the corner of her mouth, finding the situation amusing.

He had just lost five million dollars in that VIP lounge but didn't dare to lash out there earlier. Now that they were outside, he decided to ambush her. What a loser. It was no surprise that everyone who stuck around Yancey was garbage. Sloan quickly approached her and yanked her up by her arm. He tugged so forcefully that it felt like he was about to rip her scalp off. "Grace, you're nothing! Compared to Alice, you're trash. Do you think Hendricks would be delighted if I sent you to his bed?

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He's been eyeing you for ages, after Tiklice told me that you made her angry on her birthday. You better watch out next time, or I'll have a few guys take turns with you and make sure photos of that act are plastered." Alice only needed to shed a few tears, and Sloan would do anything for her. All she needed to do was say the word, and Sloan would do it. He looked down at Grace condescendingly and chuckled, "Don't piss Alice off again.

You won't like the consequences." He let go of her, sneered, and walked away without holding back. Grace's scalp was burning, and her stomach was writhing in pain. Sloan was there to hit a woman. She didn't provoke him earlier because doing so would only make things worse for her. Slowly, she pushed herself up. Her stomach churned violently, and before she could stop it, she vomited. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, feeling like unwanted trash. At least, Sloan was right about one thing.

Even though she had lost her memories, one thing was clear to her now: she was indeed alone. After emptying the contents of her stomach, she walked to the curb to hail a taxi back to her rental. Before she could raise her hand, a sleek, black luxury car pulled up in front of her. The window lowered, revealing a breathtaking face. The man inside had chiseled features so flawlessly sculpted it was almost unreal. There was a distant arrogance about him.

His dark eyes were cool and indifferent as they reflected her disheveled state. Even the light seemed to favor him. Grace's face turned pale. Before she could even think, her body reacted first and took several steps back. It was Ethan. As far as she could remember, it was her first time seeing him in person, yet she was afraid of him. Cold sweat broke out along her back. Instinct didn't lie-she must have always kept her distance from this man before.

If Ethan was truly crippled because of her, how was she still alive? Swallowing the panic clawing at her chest, she forced herself to stay calm and greeted him politely. "Mr. Henderson." "Where do you live? I'll send you home." She felt her heart clench tightly. Why was she so afraid of him? She had to find out. "Right. Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Henderson." She gave a polite bow before opening the car door, and her gaze immediately landed on the wheelchair beside him.

A wave of fear crashed over her, and her fingers balled up into fists involuntarily. Just how terrified of Ethan had she been? Even without her memory, just being along with him felt like torture. The car started moving. She sat still and told him her current address. Ethan replied, "That's close to Henderson Group." She didn't dare say it was to pursue him; she had a feeling he'd throw her out on the spot. As soon as she said that, the air in the car turned icy, sending a chill down her spine.

She had clearly stepped on a landmine, but she had no idea why. Grace stood still, unsure of what Ethan's last words meant. It felt like he had something to say. She had a strong premonition that before she lost her memory, she must have gone out of her way to avoid Ethan. Considering all the foolish things she had learned about her past behavior from others, she had probably mocked him more than once. Pressing her fingers against her temple, she let out a sigh.