Chapter 150 Kept Looking for Jessica
"Yeah, it's him."
After saying that, Grace blinked, "Do you think this world is really small?"
"Yeah, it is trully small," replied Jessica.
Small enough that the person she and Grace were looking for turned out to be in the same circle and even good friends.
Suddenly, brilliant fireworks lit up the sky—red, yellow, green, clusters of beauty.
The two sat on the beach, looking up at the fireworks.
"Jessica, isn't it beautiful?" Grace asked.
"Yeah, it's beautiful."
She knew that these fireworks were probably set off by Grace just for her.
The purpose was to make her forget her sadness, get out of her troubles, and quickly cheer up.
But no one expected that in the end, both of them would become sorrowful.
At night, they sat on the beach, sipping beer without any snacks, drinking from their cans like they were drinking water, one after another.
They lost track of how much they had consumed. Grace, being the quickest drinker, was the first to to get drunk.
She tilted her head, leaning on Jessica's head. "Jessica, do you think Quentin will marry me?"
"Actually, I have a wedding dress that I really like. I want to wear that dress to marry him, but I know he will never agree."
"Sometimes I keep thinking, if I make money, a lot of money, and turn myself into a wealthy person, would I then be able to match his status?"
Jessica didn't say anything. She tilted her head back and took a big gulp.
In this city, there are three prominent families—the Taft family, the Walton family, and the Schneider family.
Among them, the Taft family stood out as particularly unique. This old aristocratic lineage boasted deep roots, extensive influence, and numerous connections. It was believed to have thrived for centuries, with each successive generation upholding the family's prestigious legacy.
The Taft family had a rule that the men of the Taft family must marry daughters of prestigious families.
It was said that this rule had not been broken for hundreds of years. No matter who it was, even if they resisted, struggled, or refused, they all compromised without exception in the end.
They gave up their so-called loved ones and married daughters of prestigious families, thus elevating the entire family to greater prosperity.
'Quentin, can he escape this fate?' Grace wondered.
When Jessica turned her head, Grace was already asleep, her head drooping on her shoulder.
She was aware that it was challenging, excessively so, nearly impossible.
Back then, the reason she could marry Gabriel was not only because Xavier was an open-minded head of the family but also because Giselle had saved the lives of Xavier and Jonah.
Without this connection, as a girl from an ordinary family, it would have been almost impossible to marry into the Walton family.
Not to mention the strictly regulated and heavily fortified Taft family.
"Grace, we both fell in love with the wrong people!"
After whispering to herself, Jessica tilted her head back and swiftly downed several more cans of beer. This time, she didn't hesitate, one can following the next was downed in rapid succession.
Even though she had warned herself not to think about Gabriel, he still lingered in her mind, running around incessantly.
She didn't want to think about him anymore; she wanted to have a good sleep.
And alcohol was the best way.
'Drink, get drunk, and everything will be fine.' Jessica thought to herself.
In the end, Grace and Jessica needed help getting back to the hotel.
When they left, they were carefree, but when they returned, they were both drunk.
Fortunately, Grace had called Linda. After receiving the call, Linda sent a few reliable people to pick them up immediately.
Concerned that Grace's inebriation might be captured on camera and sensationalized, Linda waited nervously at the hotel entrance.
Suddenly, a black luxury car stopped at the hotel entrance.
Quentin and Gabriel almost got out of the car simultaneously. Two equally stunning men, both with long legs and an undeniable aura, immediately became the focus.
Linda had been looking out for Grace's car and hadn't paid much attention.
Suddenly, her gaze caught Quentin, her heart started to sink.
'Mr. Taft? Why is he here? Of all times, he comes when Grace is drunk. Oh my!' Linda lamented inwardly.
As Grace's manager, she knew a bit about Grace and Quentin.
But she never expected that Quentin would show up here. What bad luck.
Despite years of PR experience, she still felt nervous in front of someone as imposing as Quentin.
Not knowing how to respond, Linda turned her back immediately to avoid this situation.
The last time Grace got drunk at a party, Quentin had sternly warned that she should never let Grace drink so much again.
Now, Grace and Jessica were drunk like a mess.
Linda was extremely anxious.
She just prayed that Quentin wouldn't notice her.
At this moment, Quentin's voice came from behind. "Linda? What are you doing here? Is Grace back?"
"Well, Grace is still filming. She might be back later. Mr. Taft, why are you here?" Linda replied with a smile.
Quentin nodded. "Which room is she in? Take me there."
Linda hesitated. "Mr. Taft, it might not be convenient today. Grace's best friend is visiting her, and they are sharing a room."
Quentin frowned and looked at Gabriel.
Gabriel stepped forward, ordering, "Take me to get the luggage. I'll arrange a new room for Jessica."
"Uh, Mr. Taft," Linda said with a forced smile, "If we make such a decision without Grace and Jessica's permission, what if they find out?"
"I'll explain it," Gabriel said.
Linda wanted to curse but couldn't.
Quentin and Gabriel were both powerful figures, and she couldn't afford to offend either of them.
Especially considering Grace's future, she didn't dare to offend them.
"Linda, is it that difficult?" Quentin asked.
Linda smiled and replied immediately, "No, I'll take you there."
As soon as she finished speaking, they started walking towards the elevator.
Suddenly, a loud voice called from behind. "Linda, they're back! Grace is back!"
Linda halted, thinking it was over.
When she turned around, Quentin and Gabriel had already turned around too.
Seeing Grace and Jessica both so drunk they could barely stand, their eyes barely open, Quentin and Gabriel's handsome faces visibly darkened.
Quentin and Gabriel exuded a chilling coldness.
Quentin ran forward to support Grace, his sharp gaze directed at Linda, inquiring, "This is what you call filming? Huh? Filming a drunk scene?"
By this time, Gabriel was already supporting Jessica.
Without hesitation, he picked Jessica up and carried her into the elevator.
