[88]

Grace stepped down the corridor with a confident stride. The few people in charge of preparing the event paid little attention to the arrival of the woman who was elegantly dressed in a navy blazer combined with a knee-length skirt.

Beside her, although her face was no longer young, her charisma and big name still amazed many people. Edgar Langham. However, most of the people who knew about the middle-aged man's journey could only smile faintly. Unfortunately, those people would not gather in a place like this. They also didn't want to disturb the Langham interests that Grace and Edgar were at the center of.

"Here, Mrs. Grace," said Grace's confidant who had accompanied them to the room where Grace was waiting. Grace's brow furrowed slightly as the door to the room that should have been closed was left open. A thin plume of smoke emanated from the room that seemed to give the impression of awkwardness and lack of hospitality.

Except for the pretense.

Cris