Chapter 818 Discovering the Truth
Third Floor.
As soon as Grace knocked on the door, Kenneth's voice came through: "Come in."
"Mr. Powell, I have something important to discuss with you. Could you step out for a moment?"
She was knocking on his bedroom door.
It was quite inappropriate for her, a woman, to enter so late at night.
Besides, being alone with a man, it just didn't seem right.
"Wait a moment!" Kenneth's voice came from inside.
Hearing his response, Grace didn't feel too anxious and stood calmly at the door waiting.
About two minutes later, Grace saw someone coming out of the bedroom.
Almost instantly, she turned around, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Kenneth, why did you come out without any clothes on?"
She didn't expect this, and her face immediately turned red.
Her back was straight, and she didn't dare to move an inch.
Behind her, Kenneth's laughter came: "You used to act, especially in a lot of romance dramas. What? Never had a scene like this with the male lead?"
"Besides, I just didn't button my shirt. Aren't your reactions a bit too much?"
Grace immediately retorted, "Acting is acting, it's different."
"Really?" Kenneth continued with a hint of a smile, "A man just out of the shower, Ms. Morgan, you've been with Quentin for so long, don't tell me you've never seen anything like this."
How could it be the same?
She and Quentin were in love, it was a romantic thing between a couple.
But they were just strangers who had recently met.
Grace pursed her lips, not wanting to engage with him anymore.
She found that Kenneth especially liked to argue, and his logic was so tight that she almost couldn't refute it.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Mr. Powell, you should button up your shirt. This is really inappropriate!"
"Alright, I'm buttoning up. You can turn around now."
Grace turned around.
But the moment she saw him, she quickly covered her face and turned back again.
Her cheeks were flushed with anger. "Mr. Powell, you're really shameless. Why don't you keep your word?"
Kenneth then slowly buttoned up his shirt and said, "You can't blame me. I'm the only one on the third floor at night. I always find clothes bothersome when I sleep. Today, because you came to find me, I've already been very polite."
Grace was silent.
She doubted that Mark and he were real brothers.
Kenneth looked noble and elegant, even giving a genteel impression, but it was all a facade.
"Mr. Powell, the reason I came to you so late is to tell you something important."
"The incident with Mark and me might not have been an accident, but intentional."
As soon as Grace finished speaking, Kenneth grabbed her wrist tightly.
Then, Kenneth's calm eyes suddenly turned sharp. "Say that again? Do you know something?"
"I just overheard some guests and staff from the show discussing it. Apparently, someone noticed something unusual a few days before the incident but didn't think much of it."
"But after this accident, it seems quite terrifying in hindsight."
"Mr. Powell, you have a lot of power and influence. I'm sure you can find out the truth better than I can, so I'm asking for your help."
Kenneth stared at her, but soon calmed down. "Why don't you go to Quentin? Although I hate to admit it, he should be more capable than I am."
Mentioning Quentin, Grace felt a sudden pang in her heart.
But she smiled lightly and answered.
"Mr. Powell, you're joking. The media has already reported extensively that everyone knows he's going to marry Caroline, and we've already broken up. It's really inappropriate to go to him."
"I'll let you know as soon as I have any results."
Three days later.
Grace had just come downstairs after waking up, ready to go to work.
Kenneth was having breakfast in the dining room. Seeing her, he called out, "Come join me for breakfast!"
"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Powell, but there's no need. Susan will prepare breakfast for me."
"The investigation results are out. Don't you want to know?" he said, his tone slightly teasing.
Grace was stunned for a moment, then walked over and sat down.
"Thank you, Mr. Powell!"
Seeing the documents on the table, she couldn't wait to reach for them.
But Kenneth pressed her hand down. "Eat first!"
Grace ate her breakfast as quickly as possible, not caring about her image, finishing in five minutes.
"They say celebrities care a lot about their image and strive for perfection in everything. Ms. Morgan, you are quite different," Kenneth glanced at her, then handed her the documents. "Take a look."
A few minutes later, Grace put down the folder.
If it weren't for the detailed and irrefutable evidence, Grace really wouldn't believe it.
It was Caroline?
But thinking about it, who else would hate her so much, hate her enough to want her dead, other than Caroline?
She was the daughter of the Stewart family, high and mighty, a position many envied.
Caroline had already gotten what she wanted, about to marry Quentin. What more could she want?
Did she have to see Grace dead?
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Kenneth looked at Grace curiously. Just a moment ago, she was determined to find the truth, but now that she knew, she was so calm, not saying a word.
It was really unexpected for him.
"Say what?" Grace suddenly smiled bitterly.
"You can go to Quentin," Kenneth suggested.
"To seek justice from him?" Grace laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Why not?"
Grace spoke bitterly, "One is the daughter of the Stewart family, who can bring his family and career great benefits and honor; the other is an ex-girlfriend. If it were you, would you choose the latter?"
After asking, she couldn't help but laugh.
Why humiliate herself?
But she remained a glimmer of hope in her heart.
"Ms. Morgan, one shouldn't belittle oneself. How do you know the result if you don't try? Maybe Quentin will choose you?" Kenneth said.
With just one sentence, Grace felt as if her heartstrings were plucked.
Maybe Kenneth was right, just what if?
Thinking of this, Grace didn't delay. She got up and headed straight to the Taft Group Building.
In front of the office, she knocked on the door.
There was no response from inside.
"Quentin, are you there?" Grace called out softly as she gently pushed the door open.
However, Grace was stunned when she saw Caroline lazily walking out in her pajamas.
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