Chapter 788 Letting Go 1
Quentin suddenly flicked open the lighter.
In an instant, the flame leapt up, casting a ghostly red glow on her face.
Every breath Quentin exhaled was scorching and intense, carrying an overwhelming force.
Grace knew Quentin too well; once he set his mind on something, he would never give up.
Just like those years when she had almost traveled the entire world, Quentin never stopped searching for her.
She ran, and Quentin chased.
Unless Quentin himself decided to give up.
Turning slowly, Quentin's stern face fell on Mark.
"You're right, I won't let you die, but I have plenty of ways to make your life a living hell."
"Mark, do you dare to challenge me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Quentin suddenly realized there was no one beside him. Grace had vanished without a trace.
Just as he was about to step forward to find her, she suddenly appeared, her frail body struggling with each step.
She looked like a piece of paper, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"Grace, come here, come home with me!"
Quentin looked at her, his voice unusually soft, but all Grace felt was a chilling coldness.
She gave a bitter smile and looked at him coldly, "Home? Do we even have a home?"
"Or rather, did we ever have a home? Quentin, don't forget, we never got married. The person you were going to marry was Caroline, not me."
"No," Quentin looked at her firmly, "Grace, to me, that is our home."
Not wanting to argue with him, Grace's gaze fell entirely on Mark.
Looking back at Quentin, Grace's eyes were filled with determination and coldness.
Grace's voice was crisp and clear, "Quentin, I'll ask you one last time, will you let Mark go?"
"Only if you come back with me!"
Quentin's answer was as decisive as ever.
This time, Grace finally lost all hope.
She smiled, her expression suddenly very calm, so calm that it was almost impossible to detect any trace of resistance.
However, her slender hand suddenly drew out a sharp knife, pressing it against her long neck.
"What are you doing?"
At that moment, Quentin felt his breath stop, his entire being filled with panic.
Quentin stepped forward quickly, trying to grab the knife from her hand.
But how could Grace let him catch her?
Grace's frail body swiftly retreated, gripping the knife tightly, her gaze cold as she looked at him, "Step back, don't come near me."
"Okay, I won't come near you, but listen to me, put down the knife, don't do anything reckless."
Quentin took one step back at a time, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the knife in her hand, afraid she might accidentally or impulsively hurt herself.
Seeing him retreat, Grace couldn't help but let her tears fall, her voice filled with sorrow.
"Quentin, you know, I don't love money or power. I've been with you for so long, and I've never asked you for anything."
"But today, I'm begging you, please let Mark go, let me go, okay?"
"If you like a life surrounded by women, there are plenty in the entertainment industry who would willingly come to you, but I can't."
"Let me go, and let yourself go too. When you marry Caroline and have children, I'll be nothing but a forgotten past. At least then, we can leave each other with some good memories."
Quentin clenched his fists, his gaze at Grace almost bleeding.
His voice was low and hoarse to the extreme, "Grace, is that what you think of me?"
"In your heart, I'm just looking for a lover, and it doesn't matter if it's not you, any woman will do?"
Grace endured the pain, responding to him against her will, "Isn't that the case?"
"Quentin, with your status and position, how could you possibly be devoted to one woman for a lifetime? You don't really think I foolishly believed the promises you made to me, do you?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Quentin's mouth, his gaze icy as he looked at her, "So, you never believed me?"
"Of course."
Grace raised her head, answering firmly and decisively.
"Quentin, I don't want to waste time with you."
"Either you let me go today, or you let me die. You choose!"
Quentin said, "You'd rather die than come back with me?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
Quentin clenched his fists, his voice cold as if it were coming through gritted teeth, "Alright, since that's the case, I'll grant your wish."
"Thank you!" Grace's lips curled into a pale smile.
At that moment, she didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.
She was finally free from Quentin.
But why did her heart hurt so much?
It hurt so much she could hardly breathe.
Quentin had agreed, so from now on, they were truly separated.
From now on, his identity, besides being the president of the Taft Group, would also include being Caroline's husband.
And Grace could finally draw a clear line with him.
Wasn't this what she had always hoped for, always tried to escape from?
Grace closed her eyes, letting the tears flow inward.
"I've agreed to your request, you can put the knife down now." His voice slowly echoed in Grace's ear.
"Thanks for your concern!"
Her hand loosened, and suddenly, the sharp knife fell from her neck.
Grace felt all her strength drain away, so tired!
Quentin's deep eyes looked at her with an unclear meaning.
She saw Quentin's lips move slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.
She heard the sound of footsteps on the floor. Quentin turned and walked straight out without looking back.
Soon, the sound of footsteps faded away. From beginning to end, Quentin didn't say another word.
He didn't even glance at her a glance.
Once his figure completely left the villa, Grace could no longer hold on. She stumbled and immediately grabbed the railing beside her.
Otherwise, she would have fallen from above.
But thinking of Mark lying on the floor, covered in injuries, she didn't dare delay and immediately ran downstairs.
"Mark, how are you?"
Grace quickly helped him up, anxiously asking.
"I'm fine, just a few minor injuries, I'll be okay after some rest."
Mark looked at her worriedly instead, "What about you? Is your neck hurt?"
Grace reached out and wiped away the blood, revealing a smile, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
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