Chapter 68 Given his personality, Yancey should have called off the engagement with Grace right away and had someone track down Chester. But he didn't. Instead, he tried calling Chester. When Chester didn't pick up, Yancey sent someone.

The night before, Ethan's kick had knocked Chester out so fast that he never even saw who hit him. He figured it was just some random dog.

When he woke up in the hospital, fuming, he ordered Grace's photos to be doctored. The end result was horrifying, disgusting images that would make anyone sick just by looking at them. Looking at these, he curled his lips.

Since Grace wanted to appear innocent while being promiscuous, Chester wanted everyone to think he had slept with her. He was about to post the photos online when the door to the ward swung open, and Yancey walked in. "Did you take photos of Grace last night when you were with her?" Yancey inquired.

Chester didn't actually know who Grace was. Even though gossip about her chasing after Yancey had circulated in high society, Chester and Yancey moved in different circles.

"So what if I did? Isn't she just after money? I took these photos last night, Mr. Henderson. I can have her keep you company tonight if you like," Chester smirked.

There had never been anything between Yancey and Grace except for a few hugs. Ever since Alice showed up five years ago, his heart had belonged to her.

But the moment he saw Grace naked in Chester's arms in those photos, a wave of rage crashed over him. How shameless could she be?

He snatched Chester's phone, his voice cold. "Name your price for deleting these photos. And Chester, don't say I didn't warn you-Grace is my fiancée."

Chester froze. He really hadn't expected Yancey to show up. He had done business with Henderson Group once before, but his latest proposal had been shot down. Now, this looked like the perfect chance.

"Mr. Henderson, I'm hoping we can work together again soon. I really hope Henderson Group doesn't reject my proposal this time. I'll delete these photos right now if you agree. Otherwise, everyone will see Grace as just another discarded toy once the photos are out."

A wave of agitation coursed through Yancey. Part of him despised how cheap Grace was, throwing herself at a guy like Chester, another part burned with fury at Chester's nerve.

Henderson Group had already locked in a deal with a different partner, and Chester's proposal had been scrapped ages ago. Changing course now would make things messy, and Ethan would definitely frown upon it. Grace wasn't worth starting a fight with Ethan. That was what Yancey told himself, but he couldn't look away from the photos, his blood boiling.

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Lately, Grace's indifference had only made him want her more. Why not sleep with him if she had no problem sleeping with someone else?

Yancey's grip on the phone tightened before he scoffed and set it aside.

"I don't make the calls on that project," he said. "If we switch partners, Ethan has to sign off on it. He's been treating you well, so if you're looking to use those photos as leverage, you might want to take it up with him. As for me, she's as good as gone."

"You want me to talk to Ethan? Are you trying to get me killed?" Chester questioned.

"Fortune favors the bold. This project is worth 300 million dollars. If you land it, you'll move up at least two ranks. The real question is-do you have the guts?"

Greed was part of Brumman nature.

Just before Yancey walked away, he added, "If Lihan gets involved because of this, don't stress about those photos setting him off. He doesn't get worked up over women." As soon as Chester found out Ethan would be at Velvet Eclipse that evening, he headed straight there, ignoring his doctor's advice to rest. On the way, he imagined all the success that lay ahead. He had spent his whole life working for an opportunity like this, and now, it was almost within reach.

When he brushed Ethan's arm at the entrance, he pulled up the photos on his phone and saw that Ethan's expression never changed. He was about to pat himself on the back, thinking he had made the right move. However, bodyguards rushed over and showed him into a black car parked nearby…

The sharp scent of blood filled the air. A black cloth was tied tightly over his eyes, his limbs stretched in four directions and lethargic.

The fear of not knowing what was happening gazed at him like poison coursing through his veins.

"What may I say?" Chester asked.

Who had taken him? Ethan? No way! Ethan had been calm when he saw those photos.

The moment the words left his mouth, Ethan's voice cut over, calm and steady. "We just saw each other, Mr. Reeves. And you don't recognize me?" He was sitting nearby, holding a rapid coffee.