All Chapters of Please Me, Mr. Reed: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

GraceAs soon as I stepped out of the elevator and into the main hall, people immediately straightened and bowed slightly as I walked past.“Good morning, Miss Grace.”“Good morning, Miss Grace. How was your night?”“Morning, Miss Grace.”Voices followed one after another, polite and respectful.I offered them a small smile, nodding my head lightly as I responded, “Good morning.” My tone was calm.When I first started working here, the atmosphere had been completely different. People had looked at me with confusion, suspicion, and even fear. To them, I was the sudden heiress who appeared out of nowhere and took a position of authority overnight. They didn’t know what to expect from me. Some avoided eye contact. Some whispered behind my back.Only a few days passed before everything shifted.I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t assert dominance. I simply did my job, solved problems, handled crises, and remained calm no matter how chaotic things became. Competence speaks louder than identi

Apollo I stared at the document spread open on my desk, my gaze dark and unreadable as I scanned through the numbers and clauses for the third time. The sleeves of my shirt were rolled up to my elbows, exposing the veins running along my forearms, and at some point during the afternoon I had pushed my fingers through my hair so many times that it now fell messily over my forehead. My head had been throbbing for a while, but I ignored it, just like I ignored everything else that tried to slow me down. Pain was irrelevant. Discomfort was irrelevant. None of it mattered as long as the work was done. But the pounding behind my temples gradually became sharper, and more persistent, until the words in front of me began to blur together and I found myself rereading the same sentence without processing it. I exhaled slowly. Removing my glasses, I set them down on the desk and rubbed the bridge of my nose, pressing my fingers against the middle of my brows in an attempt to ease the ache.

Apollo I stared at the dark screen of my phone after she hung up, my reflection staring back at me with a faint frown that I did not even realize had formed. The warmth from her voice still lingered in my ears, but there was still that unease that refused to disappear. When I heard she had gone to the hospital earlier, something inside me tightened instantly, and for a brief moment I had been ready to walk out of the meeting and drive there myself just to see her with my own eyes.Genesis had stopped me.“She’s her own woman, Apollo,” she had said calmly. “Let her breathe. Let her handle her own matters. You can’t cage her with your worry.”I knew she was right, and that was exactly why I forced myself to stay seated even though every instinct in me screamed to go after Grace and make sure she was fine. I wanted her to be free, so I swallowed my anxiety and convinced myself that trusting her was the right thing to do.Now, as I looked at the phone again, I could not help but questio

GraceDrip. Drip. Drip.The slow sound of water falling from somewhere above echoed through the darkness, each drop striking the ground with an eerie rhythm that pulled me slowly out of unconsciousness. My head throbbed violently, a sharp, pulsing pain that made it feel as if my skull had been split open, and every part of my body ached as though I had been crushed under something heavy.A low whine escaped my lips as I tried to shift even slightly, but the smallest movement sent another wave of pain crashing through me. My eyelids felt heavy, sticky, and when I finally forced them open, dried blood on my face blurred my vision and made everything appear distorted.Instinctively, I tried to lift my hand to wipe the blood away, but my arms refused to move.I pulled harder.Nothing.My wrists burned with a sharp sting, and that was when I realized my hands were bound tightly behind my back. The rough rope dug painfully into my skin every time I struggled.A groan slipped from my mouth.

Apollo The sound of the door opening echoed through the empty house, the metal hinges creaking sharply against the silence, and I did not move a single inch as the footsteps paused just outside the room. A second later, the door opened fully. The man standing at the entrance reached toward the wall and flipped the switch, and the white light flooded the room in an instant. The moment the light came on, his body froze. I was sitting in the chair at the center of the room with my legs crossed, leaning back casually as if I had been waiting for a scheduled meeting. My hands rested calmly on the armrests, my posture relaxed, but my eyes were fixed on him,.dark, cold, and stripped of any warmth. He flinched the second our gazes met. His fingers tightened around the doorknob as if he was debating whether to slam the door shut and run. He almost did. “You know, you shouldn’t bother doing that.” His shoulders stiffened. “No matter where you run or where you hide, I will fi