Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563: Black belt

It was true that Cassandra’s case was complicated, and a case like this was something many in the legal industry talked about. Grace had heard whispers since the case hit the news. So, even if she wasn’t intently following the details, she had no choice but to stay informed.

Out of curiosity, Grace assigned the case to her new associates.

It was just a mock trial. She planned to use it to assess their readiness before they take on their first solo case.

And she chose this case—Cassandra’s case—as the topic for them to cover.

While it was a high-level and complicated matter, she hoped to gain something from the experience.

Who could have known that someone would actually ask her to take on the case?

When Grace returned to the venue, the radar in her head suddenly went off like an emergency alarm. Snapping out of her thoughts, she searched for him among the crowd.

There, seated near where she had been earlier, was Haines.

Her eyes softened as she smiled, but before she could fully greet him, she noticed he suddenly looked away.

"Huh?" Deep lines appeared between her brows, and she frowned slightly. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Did I say something today that made him angry?

It wasn’t as though Haines was displaying clear displeasure. But after spending time with him, Grace felt something was off.

"Grace!" One of the ladies, along with a few, jumped to her side. "We were talking about your mysterious guy, and we thought we should go on a trip! Of course, we’re going to keep it a secret."

She leaned closer and whispered, "We’ll keep our mouths shut, we promise."

After all, the ladies already believed they "knew" the mystery man Grace was seeing.

"Heh." Grace let out an awkward smile, sneaking a glance at Haines. As usual, he was quiet but would casually engage in conversation as long as someone spoke to him.

She smacked her lips and turned to the ladies who had approached her. "You know what? I don’t think so. I just got a call about a case, and I want to take a look at it first. But maybe next time?"

"Aww..."

"I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?" Grace nodded, wiggling her brows. "Anyway, I’ll just go greet some latecomers."

As Grace walked away, the ladies frowned, exchanging glances. They all watched her approach Haines, and in doing so, their suspicions grew. They had already met Haines because he seemed to be present whenever they were invited.

"Now that I think about it..." one of the ladies whispered, peeling her eyes from Grace, who had joined Haines and another man. "I think our suspicion is true."

"I heard he’s Hugo Bennet’s uncle," another one nodded, speaking quietly. "Maybe she’s trying to earn some brownie points since Hugo Bennet’s father couldn’t make it to her birthday."

"They look good together, don’t they?"

Someone stifled a squeal, thinking of Grace’s mature demeanor and Hugo’s bad-boy aura. "She’s right, though. He’s very handsome."

"He’s the type who throws you on the bed and rips off your clothes."

"Kyyaaah..."

’He really is upset about something, isn’t he?’