Chapter 392 Hunting
For example, a ring, or a wedding.
These were all things he owed Isabella.
Sebastian envisioned the scene of proposing or holding a wedding, and a smile appearing on his face..
At 4 PM, Sebastian left the company early and went to a jewelry store.
Since he had made an appointment in advance, the store manager was there to greet him. "Mr. Lawrence, Tyler is ready for you. Please follow me. Today, you can have a brief chat with Tyler, and then you can handle the rest online."
Sebastian responded, "When exactly can I get it?"
"At most, in a month."
"That works." Although a bit slow, Sebastian wanted to give Isabella a unique wedding ring.
In no time, news of the Lawrence Group CEO buying a wedding ring spread rapidly online. Since Sebastian intended it as a surprise, the news was quickly suppressed after circulating for about ten minutes.
However, it was still seen by many, including Grace, who was lurking in the shadows.
In the cold, dark basement, Grace curled up on a narrow wooden bed.
She held a phone in her hand, the eerie blue light illuminating her cold face.
Grace stared intently at the photo of Sebastian striding into the jewelry store, filled with hatred.
She thought, 'Isabella is really lucky to still be alive!
'Not only is she alive, but her relationship with Sebastian has also improved!'
Grace could no longer bear it. She looked around her filthy surroundings, her eyes bloodshot, filled with resentment!
She made a call to Lynda's private number.
She needed Lynda's help, just like before, to work together to bring Isabella down.
The phone rang continuously until the call was automatically disconnected, with no answer from the other side.
Grace was so angry that she almost tore the bedsheet apart.
Her phone buzzed, and a message came through: [Don't contact me again, or don't blame me for being rude.]
Grace opened it, and her skeletal face contorted as her high cheekbones jutted out. She glared at the screen, trembling with rage.
Grace replied furiously: [Lynda, what do you mean! What do you mean?]
The reply came quickly.
Lynda: [From the moment I rescued you, it was all part of my plan. It was to make you deal with Isabella for me. You still don't get it, do you? The former mayor raised you to be a fool.]
From these words alone, Grace could imagine Lynda's disdainful expression.
'Damn it!
'Damn it all!' Grace thought in her heart.
Grace's cheeks turned pale, resembling a demon.
She pressed her fingers heavily on the phone screen and replied.
Grace: [How dare you! Aren't you afraid I'll tell Sebastian everything!]
Another message came through.
Lynda: [Besides manipulating you to kill Isabella, I also secretly tampered with the brakes of a commonly used car at Willowbrook Estate. Not only that, after the crash, I took the opportunity to push Isabella.]
Lynda continued replying: [All of this was done by me, and Sebastian knows everything. But he didn't do anything to me; instead, he kept it from Isabella. Now, he's searching everywhere for you, making you take all the blame. Good luck.]
Grace, overwhelmed with anger, coughed violently, tasting blood in her throat.
She threw the phone on the ground, jumped off the bed, and stomped on the phone screen with all her might.
In the cramped, damp basement, Grace's screams were sharp and piercing.
"Why!
"Why!" Grace screamed.
At this moment, Grace's hatred was more focused on Lynda than on Isabella.
She thought, 'Even if I have to die, I would drag Lynda down with me. Why should I be Lynda's scapegoat?
'Idon't accept it!'
After venting for half an hour, Grace was exhausted and gradually stopped her violent actions.
Chewing on dry, hard-to-swallow bread, Grace suddenly realized she shouldn't have smashed the phone in anger.
Lynda's messages were evidence!
With those messages, Sebastian couldn't be so unscrupulous in favoring Lynda.
Grace threw the bread aside, ignoring the crumbs around her mouth, and knelt on the ground to pick up the phone.
But the phone wouldn't turn on.
It was broken.
The messages were stored on the phone, not the SIM card, so all the evidence was destroyed.
Grace knelt on the cold ground, clenching her fists, and punched the floor repeatedly.
Suddenly, a squeaking sound echoed in the basement, startling Grace.
Before she could react, something furry scurried over her hand.
Grace jumped up with a scream, shrinking into the corner and rubbing her hand where the mouse had touched.
But as she pressed her back against the wall, something else crawled over her.
It felt like a large spider.
In the past, she had been pampered and unfamiliar with spiders.
The only reason she knew the outline of a spider was because she had once tried to scare Isabella by taking her to a place full of snakes and spiders in the countryside.
She thought, 'What about this basement?
Besides rats and spiders, could there be snakes too?
Grace's scalp tingled, and all the hairs on her body stood on end. She quickly ran to the door.
She wanted to run outside, her hands already gripping the doorknob. With just a pull, she could get out.
However, thinking of Lynda's messages and that Sebastian was hunting her, she didn't dare to run out recklessly.
Grace's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her hair on both temples was soaked.
She opened her mouth, breathing heavily.
But her chest still felt tight.
Grace pressed against the door, her body swaying back and forth.
Finally, she collapsed backward.
Who would know if someone fainted in the basement?
A gray rat climbed onto Grace, squeaking non-stop, occasionally rubbing against her face.
At the same time, Sebastian returned to the Lawrence House.
William was out, and the living room on the first floor was empty.
Sebastian confirmed the dinner menu with the kitchen and strode upstairs.
As soon as he reached the top, he saw Jarod's door open, and Jarod came out in a wheelchair.
The two faced each other.
Sebastian stopped, let out a sarcastic laugh, and said nothing.
His suit jacket was draped over his shoulder, his posture upright, exuding a calm and composed aura, showing no signs of being cornered.
Jarod also showed no panic about his legs being fully healed.
But both understood that their secrets were known to each other.
"You deliberately let me know your legs are fine, didn't you?" Sebastian lowered his voice, his gaze falling on Jarod's legs.
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