Chapter 817 Moving into The Powell Manor
Quentin's grip on his phone suddenly tightened. "Kenneth, since when did you become so despicable?"
"Right back at you, Mr. Taft. Can you honestly say you've always been upright and honest?"
The tension over the phone was palpable, like the air was thick with the scent of battle.
But Quentin quickly calmed down, his voice becoming much steadier. "Name your terms."
"The project that the Taft Group recently secured—I want you to hand it over to me."
"Kenneth, isn't your appetite a bit too big? Or do you think too highly of the Powell Group? Let me be clear, you can't handle this project."
"That's not for you to worry about. I have my considerations. Just one word from you, Mr. Taft—yes or no?"
Clenching his fists, Quentin coldly replied, "In three days, I'll have Willie come see you."
"Good, Mr. Taft. That's very straightforward of you."
As soon as he hung up, Quentin almost immediately smashed his phone to the ground.
Kenneth was truly greedy, daring to ask for that project!
On the other side, Kenneth's lips curled into a faint smile.
He never thought Grace held such weight in Quentin's heart.
Although he had anticipated this, Quentin's immediate decision to give up the project showed Grace's influence was even greater than he had imagined.
Kenneth never intended for Grace and Mark to be together. His current control over Quentin was merely due to Grace's guilt towards Mark.
Once Mark recovered and Grace no longer felt guilty, Quentin would surely seek revenge!
Therefore, Kenneth had to seize this opportunity to become even stronger.
Only then could Kenneth truly protect the Powell Group and Mark.
Grace had just returned when Linda and Susan knocked on her door.
"Grace, it's so good to see you! We were so scared. Mr. Powell didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Grace shook her head.
Linda sighed in relief. "That's good."
At that moment, Susan handed over a bag. "Grace, Willie said you were hurt. Mr. Taft specifically prepared this medicine for you."
"Throw it away. I don't need his medicine."
Linda nodded. "Alright, we don't need his stuff. It's just some medicine. I'll go buy some for you right now."
"Thank you, Linda."
The next day, Kenneth had Grace's belongings moved into The Powell Manor.
"I live on the third floor. You and Mark will stay on the second floor, so you can visit him often."
"My request is simple: spend at least half an hour talking to him every day."
Grace nodded. "Okay."
As soon as Grace got to her room, she received a call from Quentin.
Quentin's voice was almost a roar. "Grace, don't tell me you actually moved in?"
"My affairs have nothing to do with you."
With that, she hung up the phone.
On her first night at The Powell Manor, Grace was extremely anxious.
The Powell family's servants were mostly on the first floor. They only came to the second and third floors during the day for cleaning, as Kenneth had a rule that they were not allowed upstairs at night.
Of course, he had a few long-time servants attending to him.
That night, after talking with Mark, Grace was about to return to her room.
But somehow, she kept walking in circles, ending up in the same place.
Outside, the cold wind howled, and the leaves rustled loudly. Looking at the silent second floor, Grace suddenly felt a chill, as if the air had become terrifying.
Already scared, she suddenly saw a shadow slowly approaching.
And the footsteps were silent.
Grace's mind immediately went to dark places.
Closing her eyes, she started running to the side.
But she suddenly bumped into something hard and thick.
She was so scared that she didn't dare open her eyes. She reached out to feel her way around, planning to navigate past the corner with her eyes closed.
However, the wall in front of her was warm!
Grace screamed and ran backward frantically.
But her hands were tightly gripped. The more she tried to run, the more she felt something pulling her back.
The feeling was terrifying; she was genuinely scared.
"It's me, Kenneth!"
Only when she heard this did Grace slowly open her eyes and turn around.
"Mr. Powell, you scared me!"
Kenneth crossed his arms and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Ms. Morgan, that's a bit of an exaggeration. I was just walking normally. It was your series of actions that startled me."
"By that logic, should I ask Ms. Morgan for emotional damages?"
Grace felt helpless.
Kenneth was just as shameless as Quentin.
Capitalists were indeed ruthless.
"Why are you here?" Grace decided to change the subject.
"I just finished work and came down to check on Mark, talk to him, and see if you were slacking off."
Grace immediately puffed up in anger. "Mr. Powell, I'm not that kind of person. Since I've agreed, I will definitely do it and be responsible. Please don't slander me."
"You're right. I was being narrow-minded."
Grace wanted to say exactly.
But all she wanted now was to go back, take a shower, and sleep.
However, she had walked around several times and couldn't find her room.
She had no choice but to ask Kenneth for help. "Um, your house is too confusing. I might be lost. I've walked around several times and can't find my room."
Kenneth extended his hand. "Just keep turning left, and you'll find your room."
"Thank you!"
But then she realized what had just happened.
Grace took a few steps and then suddenly turned back.
She walked back to Kenneth. "Mr. Powell, can you arrange for a few people on the second floor?"
"Why?"
"I'm easily scared. I was frightened just now. Besides, the second floor is so big, and it's just me and Mark. If something happens, I won't be able to call for help."
Kenneth immediately picked up his phone and instructed, "Pick a few sharp servants and arrange them on the second floor."
Grace looked at him gratefully. "Thank you!"
Back in her room, Grace took a shower and had just gotten into bed.
When she picked up her phone, she saw that the Facebook group for the show had many messages.
Over two hundred messages. After reading them, Grace clutched her chest, breathing heavily.
It took her several minutes to process everything.
At that moment, only one thought was in her mind.
It wasn't an accident!
It was actually deliberate.
Someone was trying to kill her.
The other party had gone to great lengths, sparing no effort.
If it wasn't an accident, then who was trying to kill her?
Since it was related to Mark, Kenneth wouldn't ignore it.
Now, she needed his help.
With that in mind, Grace lost all sleepiness. She picked up her phone and went to find Kenneth.
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