Chapter 747 Reversal
Grace had just picked up her phone when Quentin took it away and set it aside.
"Don't look at it, I'm afraid it'll make you sad again."
"But my heart is very unsettled, it's a mess."
When they decided to go with this plan, Quentin suggested turning off her Instagram comments.
But Grace didn't agree because it seemed too deliberate.
"I'm taking the day off today, pushing all matters to the back," Quentin said as he picked up the phone to give instructions.
Grace felt a bit guilty, "I'm sorry, Quentin, for making you take time off because of me. Your workload will increase a lot when you go back, and I don't want you to be too tired."
"It's not hard work. Working overtime to be with you is always worth it!"
Quentin held her hand and took her downstairs, where they had a simple breakfast.
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."
"Okay."
He opened the door, and Grace was quite surprised by the room in front of her.
Compared to all the other rooms in his villa, this one was quite small.
And its location was not good, in a very remote corner on the north side of the second floor.
Outside the window, the branches and leaves were dense, making it hard for sunlight to come through.
In such a place, if he hadn't brought her in, she might have passed by without opening it, thinking it was just an ordinary room.
But actually, it was a room decorated with a very classical calligraphy style.
The room's layout was very meticulous, simple yet grand.
Apart from some essential tables, chairs, and calligraphy supplies, all other displays were adorned with calligraphy works.
But the arrangement was very well done, not at all monotonous, instead, it exuded a very grand atmosphere.
Grace walked in and, before even approaching the table, she smelled the distant fragrance of ink.
The ink fragrance was particularly calming.
"Do you like it?" Quentin asked her with a smile.
"I love it, it feels amazing."
He stepped forward and pulled out a chair.
Then he held her hand and sat her down.
He stood beside her, selecting a suitable pen and filling it with ink.
"When I used to be restless and couldn't calm down, I liked to practice calligraphy."
"At first, my writing was terrible, almost every character looked different; later, I would write just one character each time, writing it over and over until I felt completely calm, then I would leave the room."
"This method is very good, you should try it."
Listening to him, Grace was interested.
She nodded and took the pen.
When she wrote the first character, she was indeed very restless.
And her handwriting was quite average; the final result, in her words, was simply too ugly.
Quentin, however, stroked his chin, "At least it comforted me a bit."
"Comforted what?"
"You are already so beautiful, if your handwriting were also that good, Ms. Morgan, I would feel insecure."
Understanding his meaning, Grace immediately said, "Then you teach me how to write."
Taking a few steps forward, Quentin reached out and immediately surrounded Grace from behind.
Instantly, his unique scent almost surrounded her nerves from all directions.
Especially the strong hormonal scent, making it hard for her to calm down.
On the other hand, Quentin was genuinely thinking about teaching her to write.
"What character do you want to write? Your name?" he asked.
Grace shook her head.
Then she said, "I want to learn your name."
"Alright, that works too."
The next moment, his right hand gently wrapped around her tiny hand, while his left hand pressed the white paper flat.
His lips then softly reminded, "Focus, get ready."
His voice was so warm, it made her earlobes turn red.
Grace suddenly felt a bit regretful.
But she had no way out.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Nothing!" Her thoughts immediately collected.
"Then let's start."
"Okay."
So, his big hand held her small hand, writing powerfully on the white paper.
Soon, "Quentin Taft" appeared vividly on the white paper.
"Beautiful!" Grace couldn't help but praise.
"Then you should learn well, strive to get similar."
"Okay."
Under Quentin's guidance, Grace practiced calligraphy in the study all morning.
After a nap in the afternoon, she went to exercise.
Whether dancing or working out, she just exercised like crazy.
Thus, three days passed.
When she woke up, she felt a bit sore and tired.
Quentin kissed her, "Then sleep a bit more, there's a big show today, you need to be in your best state to face it."
"Okay."
He had just left and got into the car when he received a call from Willie, "Mr. Taft, Beth is awake."
"Alright, how is her mental state?"
"Not bad, but she's very agitated, insisting on seeing Marlon."
"Foolish!"
"I also told her that going to see Marlon alone now is useless."
"Tell her about our plan, have her rest well, and pick her up at two in the afternoon."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Grace slept until eleven in the morning.
After getting up and washing up, she had lunch.
Then she went up to carefully choose a dress, a bright red one.
As for makeup, she was especially meticulous today, particularly with her eyebrows and lipstick.
For lipstick, she also chose a red shade.
Finally, she put on high heels.
By the time she finished everything, it was almost two o'clock.
She waited quietly in the living room for Quentin to return.
Meanwhile, Quentin received a call.
"Mr. Taft, Marlon has already reported to the police; he's at the station now, and the police will soon come to find Ms. Morgan."
"Well, what about Beth?"
"She's in the car, Linda and I are personally escorting her over, we'll meet you there."
"Alright."
Hanging up the phone, a slight smile appeared on Quentin's lips.
After waiting so long, it was finally time for the final counterattack.
Ten minutes later, Quentin picked up Grace.
In the car, he held her hand. "Are you scared?"
Grace shook her head, "Not scared. It's just that after being away for so long, facing so many live-streaming viewers for the first time, I'm a bit nervous."
"It's okay, I'll be with you the whole time."
"Thank you, Quentin."
At the police station, Quentin waited in the car while Grace went in alone.
As soon as she entered, Marlon spotted her and immediately shouted, "Grace, you finally came. I thought you would avoid this."
Grace tossed her hair and smiled charmingly, "Don't worry, even if you didn't come, I would have."
Marlon started pointing his phone's camera at her.
At that moment, the police came over.
The police began handling the case.
And Marlon's phone was set up on the side, live-streaming the whole process.
After the case was explained, the police looked at Grace, "Do you admit to Marlon's accusation that you cyberbullied Beth, causing Beth to take a large amount of sleeping pills to commit suicide?"
Grace calmly replied, "No, I don't."
Then Grace seriously said to the live stream, word by word, "The sleeping pills were fed to Beth by Marlon."
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