Chapter 667 Plotting with Ill Intentions 2
"Mr. Harper, that would be too much trouble for you. I can take a cab back," Grace rejected with a smile.
Caleb insisted, "No problem at all, it's just a small favor. Besides, you've been drinking. It's too dangerous for a girl to take a cab this late. It's better if I take you home."
"Mr. Harper, it's not necessary."
Just as Grace finished speaking, Caleb's phone rang.
After hanging up, he looked over with a smile on his lips.
"Grace, now I have to trouble you. My driver can't make it, and I've been drinking. Can you take me home?"
What a coincidence.
Grace, though not very experienced in socializing, had heard many of these tricks to know what was going on.
Moreover, Caleb's gaze was too direct, without any pretense.
"Mr. Harper, how about this: we go out together, and I'll call a cab for you."
Fueled by alcohol, Caleb suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Grace. His usually gentle and refined face now showed a fierce expression.
"Grace, are you really that naive or just pretending?"
"To be blunt, I'm interested in you."
"I know you used to be a superstar, very famous and wealthy. But times have changed. What are you now?"
"In the past, when I handed you a script, you were so aloof, you wouldn't even look at it. And now? You've fallen so low that you're playing a supporting role for some director. It's pathetic."
At that moment, the true face of Caleb made her feel nothing but disgust.
Indeed, all his attentiveness and gentleness at the dinner were just a facade.
Once that mask was torn off, the real him was utterly repulsive.
Grace had initially planned to play dumb and get through this.
But now, it seemed unnecessary.
"Let go."
She commanded coldly, her eyes shooting icy daggers.
Her whole demeanor was suddenly wrapped in a layer of frost, cold and unyielding.
Caleb touched his lips and smiled with interest, "This is even more interesting. I thought you were a sweet and delicate flower, but turns out you've got a bit of a bite. Honestly, I find that even more attractive."
Caleb began to forcefully pull Grace.
Grace pushed back with all her might, struggling.
Caught off guard, Caleb stumbled backward, hitting the dining table.
With a slip on the spilled wine, he almost fell to the ground.
After steadying himself, he smiled with excitement.
His voice was full of menace.
"Grace, I warn you, you better recognize your place. You're already a washed-up has-been. It's only because I don't mind that I'm interested in you, and you dare to be ungrateful?"
Caleb was so angry that he spewed obscenities.
"If it weren't for your looks and decent body, do you think I'd want to sleep with a woman like you?"
Grace, enraged, threw a wine bottle at him.
Instantly, the remaining wine splattered everywhere.
Some of it landed on Caleb's face.
"Caleb, watch your mouth."
Caleb wiped the wine off his face with a smile.
His voice, instead of calming down, became even more vicious.
"Grace, don't get cocky. I'm giving you one more chance. If you submit to me now and make me happy, I can even get you the lead role."
"Get lost." Grace threw another bottle at him.
"I'm telling you, even if I end up begging on the streets, I won't bow to you. I have my dignity. I won't let scum like you defile me."
Caleb was breathing heavily with rage.
The gentle facade he had worn was long gone, replaced by a demonic visage.
He strode forward, grabbing Grace with all his strength and dragging her to the sofa.
He then forcefully pinned her down, his alcohol-laden breath trying to kiss her.
Grace struggled desperately, and just as it seemed too late, a sharp sound rang out.
Her hand had slapped Caleb's face.
Caleb stared at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't process what had just happened.
When he finally did, he roared in anger, "You dare hit me?"
"Grace, you must be crazy!"
"I've tried to be nice and mean, but you just won't cooperate."
"Fine, then I'll just take you right here."
He lunged at her like a ravenous wolf, trying to tear off her clothes.
She resisted, struggling.
After a few rounds, and with the alcohol making her weak, she was exhausted.
But Caleb only grew more excited, tearing at her clothes.
Eventually, her outerwear was in tatters.
Caleb, also tired, finally let go for a moment, panting heavily.
Grace clutched her clothes tightly, curling up in a corner of the sofa, watching him warily.
"I warn you, let me go now, or you will be punished."
She meant it.
A man as powerful and domineering as Quentin would never let Caleb go unpunished if he found out.
Even if Caleb wasn't crippled, his reputation would be destroyed.
However, Caleb laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke.
He looked at Grace mockingly, "Punished? Grace, you should worry about yourself."
"I'm not lying. Caleb, if your career is ruined one day, don't say I didn't warn you. I'm not someone you can covet, let alone touch." Grace reminded.
Caleb didn't take it seriously.
After resting for a few minutes, he lunged at her again. This time, Grace was prepared.
As Caleb lunged, she deftly dodged.
She quickly ran to the door, opened it, and fled.
"Come back."
"Grace, do you still want to stay in the entertainment industry?"
"Get back here."
Caleb shouted, running after her.
In the hallway, Grace took a deep breath and ran as fast as she could.
At that moment, she had only one thought.
Run as far as she could.
She had to get out of there immediately.
Running so fast, she couldn't see who was in front of her.
As she entered the elevator, she suddenly collided with something solid.
Looking up, she realized it wasn't just a solid object, but a person.
A strong, muscular person.
Grace's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Mark Stoll in front of her.
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