Chapter 665 Entering the Game 2
Grace tilted her head back and downed a glass of wine in one gulp.
As she drank, she felt a surge of passion.
It was only after she finished that she realized she had acted impulsively.
Grace sat for two minutes, and soon, her throat and stomach felt like they were being scorched by fire, burning painfully.
The heartburn was excruciating.
Feeling nauseous, Grace apologized and ran out, clutching her stomach.
She reached the restroom, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Leaning against the sink, a sensation of dizziness overcame her. In a moment of unexpected courage, she took out her phone and called Quentin.
But as soon as the call connected, she regretted it.
Just after hanging up, Quentin called back.
Without thinking, Grace hung up again without hesitation.
She could still hear his words echoing in her ears: "Wait for me, I'll be there soon."
But it had already been over an hour.
And in that hour, there had been no calls, no messages.
She really wanted to ask him which of his words to her were true. Which were lies?
The phone kept ringing, and Grace kept rejecting the calls.
Finally, she answered.
Grace was already a bit tipsy and dizzy.
As soon as she answered, she blurted out, "Quentin, I hate you. You never keep your word. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you here?"
On the other end, Quentin squinted his eyes as soon as he heard her voice, his tone turning stern, "Have you been drinking? Where are you drinking?"
Grace retorted, "Yes, I have. What are you going to do about it?"
"Grace," he raised his voice angrily, "Didn't I tell you not to drink, especially when I'm not around? Absolutely no drinking."
"Why? Quentin, who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?"
The more she spoke, the more relieved Grace felt, so she let it all out.
"Let me tell you, I'm not your pet, nor your toy. I'm a person with thoughts and a soul. I'm in a bad mood, so I want to drink. I insist on drinking."
On the other end, Quentin's expression grew darker.
"Grace, are you still there? Don't move. I'm on my way. Just wait for me, okay?"
Grace splashed some water on her face.
Then she hung up the phone.
She turned off her phone and thought, 'Why should I obediently listen to him? I wasn't his toy, following his every command.'
Meanwhile.
Quentin anxiously watched the emergency surgery in the operating room.
He was practically pacing in circles with worry.
Ruby had heard his phone call just now.
"If you don't care about Helen's life, then go ahead and find Grace."
Quentin was already highly agitated.
Hearing this, he became even more frustrated.
"Can you say a little less?"
Ruby replied, "I'm just telling the truth."
"But I don't want to hear it."
When Quentin called again, Grace's phone was already off.
But Helen was in emergency surgery, her life hanging by a thread. He couldn't leave Helen alone.
Quentin grabbed his phone and called Willie, "Grace is drunk. Get her immediately. I'm worried she's in danger. Let me know as soon as you find her."
"Yes, Mr. Taft," Willie replied.
Caroline's birthday party had just ended an hour ago.
He had planned to go over personally, apologize to Grace, and have a nice meal with her.
But an accident happened at the end of the party. Helen got agitated and suddenly fell ill.
It seemed she saw something in the crowd, got emotional, and ran down the stairs in a frenzy.
Helen, wearing high heels, ran too fast and didn't pay attention, falling down the stairs.
By the time Quentin ran over to catch her, it was too late. Helen had tumbled down the stairs.
She hit her head on the stairs, and her head was covered in blood.
"Helen, hang in there!"
"Helen, I beg you, be strong."
Quentin shouted frantically, holding her as they got into the ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
When Grace called him, Helen had just been taken into the operating room.
He was covered in fresh blood, his heart racing, and his hands trembling uncontrollably.
He was scared that something might happen to Helen.
Until the doctor made a pronouncement, he could only wait in fear, unable to do anything.
When Grace left the restroom, she intended to leave.
The atmosphere in the private room wasn't suitable for her; the socializing over drinks wasn't her scene.
However, as she reached the corner, she saw Caleb's tall figure leaning against the railing, holding a cigarette, smoking intently, with a smile on his lips as he looked at her.
Seeing Caleb, Grace knew she couldn't leave easily.
So she forced a smile and greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Harper."
Caleb didn't mind, responding politely, "How are you feeling? Still uncomfortable?"
"Yes, a bit."
Since he asked, Grace didn't pretend and nodded in response.
"Drinking not often can do that. If you have a low tolerance, it's better not to drink. It's easy for girls to get into trouble when they're drunk!" he reminded.
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Harper. Why did you come out?"
"Had some things to deal with, and it was a bit stuffy inside, so I came out for some fresh air."
"Alright."
Caleb stubbed out his cigarette and threw the butt into the trash can.
Then Caleb straightened up, "Let's go back in. Together?"
Since he had spoken, Grace knew she had to go back to the private room.
Plus, Cindy was inside. It wouldn't be right for Grace to leave without saying anything.
So Grace had no choice but to go back in.
As soon as Grace sat down, a glass of wine was handed to her. "Grace, your tolerance is really low. But it's okay. No one is born with a high tolerance. Practice makes perfect. Come on, let's drink again."
After the earlier experience, Grace didn't want to drink whiskey again.
But with a table full of directors and people from the entertainment industry, she needed a good reason to refuse.
As she was thinking of an excuse to decline.
Suddenly, Caleb's hand appeared, grabbing the glass.
Caleb's voice was gentle, "I'll drink for her."
Everyone at the table was smart, immediately teasing with a smile, "Oh, Mr. Harper, already looking out for Grace? You're really a gentleman."
Grace felt awkward.
She wasn't familiar with Caleb at all.
So she didn't want to owe him anything.
Although she wasn't fully aware of all the intricacies of the entertainment industry, she knew some of the subtleties.
Caleb's actions showed he was interested in her.
"Mr. Harper, thank you, but it's not necessary. I'll..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Caleb had already downed the drink.
Willie searched Quentin's private room thoroughly and even had someone check the women's restroom several times, but there was no sign of Grace.
So he immediately called Quentin.
"Mr. Taft, I've searched everywhere. Ms. Morgan isn't here."
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