Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1615

Chapter 1615: A.M.A.Z.I.N.G

Meanwhile...

Grace stared blankly out of her office window, seated on the long sofa. Her cheeks—untouched by makeup—were growing redder by the second.

This morning, she had doubted the events of the previous night and how things had escalated. But now, there was no doubt. Everything felt vivid; how she became Haines’ breakfast etched into her memory.

How she wished she could just snuggle with him all day. But even if she wanted to, Haines had encouraged her to save a life. Or, more accurately, save an inmate.

"If we were still in our early twenties... I’m sure we’d still be at it," she mumbled to herself, torn between regret and duty.

At this point, she wasn’t sure if she should be angry at Cassandra—or at herself—for taking on this case.

"Oh, well." Grace shrugged just as a knock came at the door.

Turning her head, she saw her secretary standing there, with two figures behind her.

"Come in," Grace sighed, prompting Kiara and Hugo to enter.

As the two stepped in, they instantly noticed Grace’s somber mood. They exchanged puzzled glances, and Hugo gave a small shrug. Without saying a word, they took a seat across from her.

Kiara nervously clasped her hands together.

Is something wrong with the case? Is that why she seems down?

No one could blame her for thinking that. If only Kiara knew that Grace’s dilemma was something else entirely.

But unlike Kiara, Hugo wasn’t one to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Grace, what’s wrong?" he asked. "Is there a problem with the case?"

Grace arched a brow, tugging slightly at her high collar as it suddenly felt too tight. "Huh? No, of course not." _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

"Then why do you look like it’s the end of the world?"

"It’s none of your business." She waved him off, straightening her back with a sharp shake of her head. This wasn’t the time for distractions—it was time to work.

Clearing her throat, Grace looked at the two. "Anyway, I’m taking Cassandra out of prison today."

"What?!" Kiara gasped, while Hugo’s brows drew together. "Seriously?"

"Yes. That’s actually why I called you here... though I probably should’ve just told you over the phone," she muttered, brushing past it. "But I sort of like seeing you two together."

Kiara froze, while Hugo barely reacted.

"Anyway, wait for me at the prison," Grace said, tossing her keys to Hugo.

He caught them mid-air, his eyes still fixed on her. "Grace, can you really do that? Get her out?"

"Yes, Hugo," she replied as she stood. "I’m taking a cab, so wait for me there."

Kiara leapt to her feet, still reeling. "Miss— I mean, Attorney, are you sure?"

"Yes." Grace nearly rolled her eyes. "Don’t you believe me when I say she’s getting out today?"

The two didn’t respond. They just stood frozen—wide-eyed, speechless.

A few hours later...