Chapter 641 Pounced Over and Hugged His Waist
Grace couldn't figure out why her son was so against going to preschool. It was supposed to be a great experience.
As the party wound down, Grace finally left with her son. She was the last to leave and noticed that the man she had been looking for was already gone.
After spending two days in Aetheria, Robert invited Grace out for drinks.
Grace left her child at the Coleman Manor and went to meet Robert at a bar.
They picked a booth and slowly sipped their drinks.
"Grace, you're so busy these days. It's hard to catch up with you. We're friends, right? But we hardly ever see each other anymore."
Grace replied, "It's not just me. You're busy too. You've taken over the company and the family. You're even harder to pin down than I am."
Five years had changed a lot. Robert had become more mature and even more charming.
"No way. I'm always available for you, Grace. Just one call, and I'd be there in a heartbeat!"
Grace chuckled, "You're just full of it."
They chatted and drank, and before they knew it, they had a bunch of empty glasses in front of them.
Neither of them brought up the past, but their conversation eventually turned to work.
"We have a project coming up, and we'd like to collaborate with your Iris Company."
"Are you sure it's with Iris Company and not DG Group?"
"Absolutely. I have high hopes for Iris Company. It's now the top fragrance company internationally. Plus, the investment company you started has helped so many businesses grow into industry leaders. Everyone praises your foresight."
Grace's reputation in the business world wasn't just because of DG Group.
Her own Iris Company and the investment company she founded were now top-tier enterprises.
Grace had a long-term vision and a keen eye for talent. Many ambitious individuals who struggled to find investors succeeded because of her support and became influential figures.
Grace said, "It's just luck."
"It's not luck; it's skill. Come on, let's have another drink. We agreed not to leave until we finish these."
With that, Robert and Grace continued drinking.
Robert watched Grace drink heavily and couldn't help but say, "You should drink less. I can't carry you back later."
"You've had more than me. I can't carry you," Grace retorted.
They laughed and clinked glasses again.
After drinking a lot more, both of them were tipsy.
Robert looked at Grace, "After all these years, are you still waiting for him?"
Grace was taken aback, "Who? I'm living well for myself and my son!"
Robert pursed his lips. He believed Xavier was probably dead; otherwise, he wouldn't have been gone for so many years.
He had witnessed Grace and Xavier's love. Xavier's affection for Grace was evident to anyone with eyes.
But fate had a way of playing cruel jokes.
Upstairs, in a private room.
The bar downstairs was buzzing with energy, but the private room upstairs felt suffocating.
Several burly men sat around a table, and across from them was another man. He sat with his legs casually crossed, his face disguised as it had been before, looking ordinary but exuding an undeniable aura of power.
The other men in the room were high-ranking officials, seasoned and holding significant positions, yet they felt inferior in his presence.
"Killer, if what you say is true, we fully support Mr. Ramirez's plan."
These men, usually revered by others, now bent over in a fawning manner before the man.
"Alright, it's settled then."
Killer had arranged to meet with high-ranking officials from Aetheria.
If Dorian didn't cooperate, he'd start with those around him.
If Dorian was unwilling, there were plenty of others eager to take his place with the backing of their underworld forces.
Hugh's plan was clear: if Dorian wouldn't comply, replace him!
Killer was in charge of this operation and might stay for a while.
"If you need anything, just let us know."
Killer said nothing more, stood up, and prepared to leave.
The others cautiously asked, "Killer, would you like another drink?"
But Killer ignored them and strode out of the room.
...
Downstairs, after drinking quite a bit, Robert stood up, "You keep drinking. I'm going to the restroom."
"Okay."
Grace was left alone in the booth. She had also drunk quite a bit and felt a bit dizzy and uncomfortable.
As she rubbed her temples, someone approached her, "Hey, beautiful, are you alone? Want to have a drink together?"
Grace held up her hand, showing off her ring, "Sorry, I'm married."
"Being married doesn't matter. Who says married people can't drink with others? Our country is very open." Grace's appearance was very much appreciated, even by the locals.
Grace frowned, already feeling annoyed.
"My husband is very powerful. If you want to drink with me, you should first see if you can take him on."
"Oh really? How powerful is he? To be honest, we're quite powerful too. Our skills in bed are even better, haha."
The men laughed, and Grace's expression turned cold.
Over the years, she had learned some self-defense. She knew the higher her position, the more dangerous it was. Many people were dissatisfied with her and could strike at any time. She couldn't always have bodyguards around, so she learned some martial arts.
These small-time thugs were no match for her...
Just as Grace was about to act if these men went too far, she suddenly saw a familiar figure heading out of the bar.
That figure was Xavier!
Grace's eyes widened. Seeing the figure about to leave, she pushed past the thugs and chased after him, "Xavier, Xavier!"
Killer had just reached the door when he felt a force from behind.
Grace hugged his waist from behind, her soft body pressed against him, and her voice came through, "Xavier Montgomery, don't go..."
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