Chapter 135

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Grace lightly frowned. The tone of his words seemed a bit flirtatious to her.

She snorted coldly and sarcastically remarked, “I don’t remember if you were capable in the past, but now I’m guessing..

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Edgar’s face instantly paled, understanding her implication. Due to the effects of the special drug he had injected, his physical strength was not as it used to be.

But as a man, how could he possibly admit defeat in that aspect?

Without hesitation, he replied, “Do you want to try it now? Let’s see if I can handle it.”

“You’re asking for trouble!”

Grace was very angry, her starry eyes glaring at him fiercely as she maliciously pinched his left check and twisted it forcefully.

“Ouch, it hurts…”

Edgar’s face contorted into a knot, unable to dodge and could only playfully cry out in pain. Grace released her grip in anger.

His left cheek had turned red from the pinch, and tears were welling up from the pain. He didn’t dare to rub it in front of her, wearing a pitiful expression like a pushover.

Although she knew he was deliberately putting on a show for her, seeing his miserable appearance made Grace feel somewhat relieved, and her anger subsided.

“Get off the car. Today is the first day of your life-or-death challenge. I’m heading back to Angle.”

“Okay.”

Edgar first brushed off the dust on his knee, sat back in the car seat, tidied his collar slightly, and then coldly opened the car door and got out.

Grace watched as he effortlessly switched between expressions. It was such a pity that he didn’t

become an actor!

She called Fifteen and Eighteen in the back seat to follow him, and then headed straight to Angle.

Time flew fast when one was engrossed in work.

As it was approaching the end of the workday, Grace was about to make a call to Belinda to inquire about the situation of the Maine Project.

Before she could dial the number, she received a call from Belinda.

Belinda sounded very excited.

“Boss, I don’t know what methods President Fallen used, but on the first day, the Maine Project has already returned to its original order, and the atmosphere among the construction team is very harmonigus. It’s truly amazing!”

Grace furrowed her brows slightly, “You’ve only known him for a day, and you’re already calling him President Fallen?”

“Huh? No, no, no! I will always be loyal to you, Boss. My heart belongs to you, my life is…”

Grace rubbed her forehead, “Enough, I don’t need a pretty ghost.’

Belinda chuckled twice.

Grace regained her composure and instructed, “You continue to work with him. You need to

personally review all his decisions, grant him authority in public, but have the final say behind the scenes. Also, pay attention to his handling of problematic projects and learn from him.”

“Yes, Boss,”

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After hanging up the phone, Grace continued to arrange Abigail’s schedule. Taking advantage of the current momentum, in addition to the group’s performance arrangements, Grace also helped her secure some brand endorsements.

Because it was Abigail’s first endorsement shoot, Grace was worried that she might feel nervous, so she had to keep an eye on her tonight.

But tonight, she also planned to leave work half an hour early and go home to inspect someone’s household chores.

Beth had been assigned other tasks by her, and after careful consideration, Grace thought it would be good for Patric to personally keep an eye on things.

When Patric received her call, he was quite surprised. “Little sister, you actually want me to oversee a new artist’s endorsement shoot? Am I so unimportant to you?”

“You got it wrong. Third brother. Abigail is the artist I’m currently focusing on cultivating. Only you can demonstrate the company’s importance to her. From a different perspective, it’s actually showing how much I value you.”

Patric knew she was trying to coax him with her sweet words, but when his precious little sister said she valued him the most, his heart still felt warm.

“You smooth-talker. I’ll help you out, little sister.”

“Thank you. Third brother.”

After arranging everything on her plate, Grace drove back to the Bay Villa.

As soon as she entered the garden, she called Seventeen and Eighteen. “When did Edgar come back?”

“Mr. Fallen arrived home about an hour ago, and he hasn’t stopped since he got back.”

Grace pondered for a moment. “What about during the day?’

“During the day, everything was normal. The two of us were with him all the time.

Would he really be obedient and not cause any trouble?

Grace was somewhat skeptical. But it was only the first day after all. If he wanted to gain her trust, he would probably behave for a few days.

She thought about it while pushing open the door.

Edgar heard the noise and came out of the kitchen. Upon confirming that it was Grace, his dark eyes showed a hint of surprise. “You’re hack so early today?”

Grace raised an eyebrow. “Is that not allowed?”

“Of course it is.”

Edgar stepped forward and took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, handing them to her feet.

“You’ve worked hard today.”

Grace could hear a slight panting in his voice, and his white shirt collar was soaked with sweat.

Obviously, he had been busy during the hour before she arrived home.

“Is dinner ready?”

“Not yet… Can you give me another twenty minutes?”

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Seeing that he had indeed been busy since he returned today, Grace didn’t intend to purposely make things difficult for him. She lightly nodded and went upstairs.

At dusk, Fangcheng Men’s Prison.

After the prisoners had finished their meal, they were granted half an hour of free time.

The most respected big brother in the prison had a visit tonight, and Tim planned to sneak into the bathroom during his absence for a quick shower.

At this time, there weren’t many people using the bathhouse. He had just taken off his shirt when someone covered his mouth from behind with a white cloth and forcefully dragged him to a corner against the wall

Although his martial arts skills were decent, he couldn’t withstand an attack from eight men ambushing him from behind. They held him down firmly.

He struggled and made a couple of mu ffled sounds, but it was already too late when he realized there was a sedative on the white cloth. He lost consciousness completely.

When he woke up again, the surroundings had completely changed. It was a run-down and dimly lit small house.

Clearly, he had been taken out of the prison by someone.

He struggled with his bound wrists and found that both of his hands were tightly tied with ropes. He was suspended upside down from the rafters in the small dilapidated house, barely managing to stabilize himself with the tips of his toes.

This position was extremely exhausting because his hands were tied in a reverse hanging position, and soon his whole body would lose strength.

Creak.

The door of the shack opened, and as he saw who came in, his pupils dilated.

“Edgar, Eric, you…”

Edgar ignored him, while Eric walked up and punched him. “You ungrateful traitor! Who does Nancy think she is? You actually helped her falsely accuse Boss in front of Grace. Tim, are you stupid

or what?”

With the mention of Nancy, Tim’s emotions became somewhat agitated. “Don’t you dare say that about her! What did she do wrong? It’s all that Grace’s fault! You and Boss were both deceived by that b itch!”

Eric was on the verge of spitting blood from anger.

Didn’t they say that it was girls who easily become foolish in love? How did Tim’s intelligence drop to negative Jévels?

“You are unbelievable! After following Boss for so many years, you make pigs look smart by comparison when calling you st upid!”

Eric was so frustrated that he stomped his foot, but Liunian was completely unresponsive, unwilling to hear a single bad word about Nancy.

Edgar sighed. “He’s not capable of listening right now. It’s a waste of breath to say anything more. He thinks Nancy is perfect! Show him the evidence!”

Tim had been stubborn and defiant, until Eric presented the evidence accusing Nancy…