The moment Julliard returned to the party, his assistant, Preston, hurried over, his expression grim."Mr. Macaron, Grant and his guys are gone.""Gone?" Julliard couldn't believe it. "Didn't I tell you to secure them immediately?"Preston said quietly, "By the time you called me, it was too late, sir. By the time I got there with the team, the room was already empty.""You didn't send anyone after them?" Julliard asked."We did, but they moved fast, and they're skilled at losing a tail. They came prepared, with an escape and cover already arranged in advance. Most importantly, by the time you gave the order, they'd already been gone for a while. It was simply too late..."Julliard's face went ashen. Grant and his men had tried to assault Sharon at his party. They had beaten her, and in the end, had gotten away without a scratch. If she ever found out they'd escaped, how could she possibly think well of him?Something seemed to click in his mind, and his handsome face turned col
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