In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 77

Chapter 77 I Can Just Fight Back

Grace giggled with a hand on her mouth and glanced at Caleb. “Nothing. We weren’t talking about you at all.”

“You’d better not be trash–talking me,” Lydia warned.

Caleb, who was usually a chatterbox, suddenly stopped talking. “I’m going out for some fresh air,” he said, putting on a distant attitude in front of Lydia.

When he walked outside, his smile gave way to a cold glare the moment he saw Benjamin standing there. Blocking the doorway, he said loudly, “You’re

Benjamin gestured for Larry to hand Caleb a fruit basket. “Please give this to her.”

“Get out of here with that!” Caleb waved his hands dismissively. “Our Gracie doesn’t need shit like this from you.”

“Is she awake?” Benjamin didn’t really take Caleb seriously. A handsome guy with no substance like him wasn’t Grace’s type at all. But with Xander … Benjamin smelled a threat.

“She’s awake, and she’s fine. Now leave.” Lydia spoke up from behind Caleb and moved to block the doorway with him, forming a perfect blockade.

“Please take care of her, then,” Benjamin said, then left.

This angered Caleb so much that he yelled at his retreating figure, “We’re taking care of Gracie voluntarily, okay? You didn’t need to ask! Jerk!”

Lydia tugged on Caleb’s sleeve and whispered, “Pipe down. Grace needs to rest.”

Caleb smiled, answering, “You’re right, she does.”

As their gazes met, they suddenly turned around and stopped talking.

When it was dinnertime, Hestia visited Grace and handed her a briefcase. “Xander asked me to give you this,” she said.

When Grace opened it, she saw photos of Yvonne paying someone with money. She gripped them so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

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Even as she took Grace’s hand, she still trembled with fear. So Grace took Hestia’s hand instead and said, “Don’t worry, Aunt Hestia. I’ll be fully recovered in a few days.”

Something flashed in Grace’s eyes. “If she messes with me, I’ll just mess with her right back.”

A few days later, when Grace left Pamore Airport’s international arrivals terminal, she bumped right into Benjamin and Yvonne.

Yvonne put a hand on her belly and leaned against Benjamin, smiling coldly. “You just had a brush with death, Ms. Lewis. Why didn’t you stay in the hos

It was a shame that she had missed such a perfect opportunity to kill this woman. Yvonne still couldn’t get over that fact.

“Worry about yourself, murderer,” Grace replied casually, making Yvonne’s smile freeze. Had she already discovered the truth?

But she hadn’t left any traces. Even the driver had gone into hiding in a whole other country. This was impossible!

As if on cue, a group of reporters swarmed them and almost poked Yvonne’s eyes out with their microphones.

“Ms. Quine, you’re now trending online for that article about you hiring a hitman. What are your thoughts on that?”

“Is it true?”

“Did you return because the police asked you to? Are you confident about getting acquitted?”

Yvonne had no idea that she had become a murderer after a few hours on a flight. She looked up at Benjamin, only to find him staring at her with suspic

With an icy look, he asked, “What are they talking about?”

“They’re talking nonsense, Benjamin.” Yvonne tried her best to remain calm, then yelled, ” Which news outlet are you from? I’m suing you all!”

In the distance, a police car stopped, and two policemen emerged. The reporters quickly stepped aside for them.

“Ms. Quine, we need you to cooperate with the investigation of a major accident. Please come

with us.”

Yvonne’s limbs turned to jelly as she kept shaking her head at Benjamin. “Please believe me, Benjamin. I didn’t do it.”

Realizing that Yvonne was about to get arrested, he asked, “Excuse me, are you sure there hasn’t been some sort of misunderstanding?”

One of the policemen explained dutifully, “We’ve received several documents concerning the accident, and we can confirm that Yvonne Quine is tied to it.

“We’re only interrogating her to confirm certain details.”

“Let’s go, Ms. Quine,” the other policeman said. Yvonne cried as they took her away, but the only thing Benjamin could do was watch.

The reporters snapped photos like crazy, then noticed Grace was standing nearby and

swarmed her.

“Ms. Lewis, have you fully recovered?”

“Do you think Ms. Quine was framed?”