Chapter 660 This Model, No One Is Allowed to Touch!
The group continued their discussion. "But what if Iris doesn't want to?"
"Doesn't want to? Does she even know who I am? I'm a high-ranking official and the future king of Aetheria. If she knew my identity, she'd come running. She doesn't look like a good woman anyway. If she really refuses, I'll force her and take plenty of photos. If she dares to do anything, I'll release those photos and let the whole world see what a slut she is!"
"Haha, you're the man!"
Killer couldn't control his fists upon hearing these insults towards Grace and women. His body moved on its own, and he punched the guy right in the face.
The man screamed.
Caught completely off guard, he was knocked to the ground by Killer's punch.
His nose was broken, and blood trickled down his upper lip.
Killer moved so quickly that the others didn't have time to react. They were stunned, not knowing what had just happened.
"Mr. K, what are you doing?" The sleazy guy clutched his nose and mouth, glaring at Killer.
Killer didn't mention Grace. "If you want to be the next king, you shouldn't leave any dirt on yourself. Your actions will only give others leverage against you. If you have a stain on your record, do you think you can still sit on that throne?"
The others thought Killer made a good point. It seemed Killer was angry because they were being stupid.
Then they heard Killer say, "No one is allowed to touch that model!"
The others nodded, thinking Killer was looking out for the bigger picture.
The guy with the broken nose, though furious, didn't dare to retaliate against Killer. He clenched his fists and said viciously, "Even if I don't touch that model, someone else will. She won't escape this show!"
Killer frowned. If this Iris was really Grace, she might be in danger.
Although this had nothing to do with him, Killer still furrowed his brows.
Did Grace know how dangerous her situation was?
...
The fashion show was the next day. As night fell, Grace and Angela returned to their room early. No one noticed a figure slipping past all the security and into the Coleman Villa.
He moved like a shadow, so agile that even the numerous guards didn't detect his presence.
The Coleman Villa was quiet, everyone already asleep. Killer wanted to warn Grace not to attend the fashion show, but he didn't want her to know it was him. He didn't want any entanglements with Grace.
So he left a note on Grace's desk, telling her not to go to the show.
As he left her room, he glanced at the photo on her desk.
Killer paused for a couple of seconds, then slipped out again.
The next morning, Grace woke up and saw the note on her desk.
"Don't go to the fashion show?" Grace read the note, puzzled. "Who left this? Marcus, was this one of your pranks?"
"No way, Mom! I wouldn't joke about something like this!" Marcus looked innocent.
That was strange.
Grace thought about it but couldn't figure out who it could be.
The note was printed, so there were no clues from the handwriting.
Grace asked the security and checked the surveillance footage but found nothing. It was bizarre.
The Coleman Villa's security system was so tight that even a sparrow couldn't fly by unnoticed. How could someone come and go without a trace?
A suspicion flashed through Grace's mind. Could it be that man? But she quickly dismissed the thought.
He wouldn't know about the fashion show, and he wouldn't care about what she was doing.
Grace didn't dwell on it. Today was the fashion show, and she had promised Angela. With no other models to replace her, she had to go on stage.
Nothing should happen at the show, she thought. She just needed to stay alert.
Grace and Angela arrived at the venue early to familiarize themselves with the runway. Both were experienced, nothing like their first chaotic time on stage.
By evening, the venue was bustling. The audience was arriving, many of them fashion industry elites.
Grace initially thought the note was a warning about something happening at the show. But as time passed without incident, she relaxed.
Backstage, Grace peeked at the audience, her gaze landing on the central seat.
Every time she did a show, she looked at that seat.
It was where Xavier had sat during her first show.
She wondered if he would ever sit there again, surprising and shocking her like the first time.
But each time, her hope turned into disappointment. Xavier was never there.
Today, that seat remained empty for a long time.
"Grace, still looking? How many people are here?" Angela joined her, knowing what Grace was looking at.
Angela glanced at the central seat, still empty.
"The show's about to start. We should get ready," Angela reminded her.
"Okay." Grace nodded, taking one last look at the empty seat before turning away to prepare with Angela.
Grace's makeup was already done. She was stunning even without makeup, her features delicate and captivating. With heavy makeup, she lost some innocence but gained a seductive allure. Her eyes, like honey, could make anyone forget to breathe.
Her eyes were adorned with red eyeshadow and orange eyeliner, making her look like an enchanting fox, mesmerizing everyone.
Every time Angela saw Grace like this, she couldn't help but marvel. Grace's face alone could captivate a crowd without her doing anything.
The only person seemingly unaffected by this face was Grace herself.
Angela watched as Grace skillfully tied a scarf around her face.
The scarf hung below her eyes, covering most of her stunning face, leaving only her beautiful eyes visible. The hidden part added a layer of mystery, making people itch to tear the scarf away.
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