Chapter 662 Want to Control Me?
The group was deep in heated discussion when suddenly they felt a chill down their spines.
They turned around but saw nothing.
"Why do I feel like someone's watching me? Do you guys feel it too?" one of them asked, looking around nervously.
The others nodded. "Yeah, it's weird. Anyway, when I go to find Miss Iris later, don't any of you try to compete with me!" one of them said, trying to lighten the mood.
Grace's outfit showcase only had three or four sets, so it ended quickly.
Her task was done, but other models were still walking the runway.
Grace returned to the dressing room to remove her makeup and change out of the clothes.
Angela went outside to watch the show. She wanted to see the designs from other designers and learn from them.
Grace checked her phone and saw a message from Marcus asking when she would be back.
Grace replied, "Just finished up. It'll be a little while before I head back."
After a brief chat with Marcus, Grace heard a commotion at the door. It sounded like a fight.
Grace opened the door and saw several men in suits being pinned to the ground by a tall man, looking utterly defeated.
Grace was stunned, staring at the tall man in disbelief.
"Get lost!" Killer's voice was filled with anger.
The men on the ground stood up, clutching their bruised faces, and one of them spat, "Acting all noble, huh? You want her all to yourself, don't you? Pathetic!"
With that, the man ran off quickly, afraid Killer would chase him.
Grace's gaze fell on Killer. His face was still cold, with a wild, beast-like intensity.
It was clear he hadn't held back when he beat them up.
Grace leaned against the doorframe, a smile playing on her lips. "You want me, huh?"
She was surprised to see this man here.
Her heart raced, wondering if he was here because of her. How did he know she would be at this show? Or was it just a coincidence?
"You're overthinking it," Killer said flatly.
"Then what are you doing here? Those men..."
"Those men are no good."
"And you? Are you a good guy?" Grace looked at him.
This man was just like Xavier, cold on the outside but burning on the inside.
"I'm not a good guy."
"Really, Mr. Killer? How many models have you been with?" Grace asked provocatively.
Killer remained serious. "Ms. Lewis, since your show is over, you should head home."
"You know I'm Grace?" Grace's eyes grew more intense.
She hadn't even taken off her veil yet, having been busy chatting with Marcus. Killer recognized her just by looking?
At that moment, more men approached.
They looked equally sinister, walking straight towards Grace. "Miss Iris, are you free tonight? Can we take you out for dinner?"
"Miss Iris, your performance was stunning, absolutely captivating."
Grace was used to dealing with men with bad intentions.
"You want to take me out? You should ask my bodyguard first."
Bodyguard?
The men looked at Killer. Just one guy? Could he really take on all of them?
"Leave," Killer said, clearly not wanting to waste words.
"You think we'll leave just because you say so? Do you know who we are? You better step aside and let us talk to Miss Iris."
Killer didn't want to fight or argue. He pulled out a gun. "Take one more step and see what happens."
The men froze at the sight of the gun.
After a couple of seconds, one of them tried to muster courage. "Is that gun even real? Don't try to scare us with a toy."
Who would carry a real gun around? It had to be a bluff.
But Killer raised his hand, loaded the gun, and fired a shot at the ground near the man's foot.
It was a silenced gun, not loud enough to cause panic but enough to scare everyone half to death.
The floor had a hole, the bullet embedded in it. It was a real gun.
The men's faces turned pale. "A gun!"
"Not leaving?" Killer aimed the gun at the man's head.
Seeing this, the men fled even faster than the previous ones.
Grace wasn't scared by the gun. She watched Killer as he fired and threatened the men.
His face was ordinary, but the aura of a strong person was unmistakable.
That kind of presence, that kingly demeanor, was just like Xavier.
When that strong aura emerged, it made people overlook his face, as if he were meant to be the ruler of the night, with everyone bowing at his feet.
Killer put away the gun and met Grace's gaze. He paused. "You're not afraid?"
"Afraid of what?"
Killer raised the gun, pointing it at Grace. "Meeting you here was a coincidence. If you keep bothering me, I might kill you."
Grace stepped forward, her head pressing against the gun's barrel.
"You won't," Grace said confidently, seemingly unafraid of the gun misfiring.
Grace wasn't scared, but Killer was a bit shaken.
The gun was loaded. If something went wrong, Grace could really die.
"Don't think you know me. If it comes to that, I will pull the trigger," Killer said harshly.
"If that's the case, I might see him again. He might be waiting for me in another world. But then, my son, my everything, you'd have to take care of them."
Grace showed no fear. Her fearless attitude was one reason she was so strong over the years—she didn't care about her life.
If fate led her to death, she might see Xavier again and wouldn't leave him alone in another place.
Besides, she felt this man wouldn't kill her. Not only wouldn't he kill her, but he seemed to be protecting her.
Killer was silent.
Did Grace really not care about her life?
He put the gun away, and Grace stepped closer.
Her lower face was covered, but her clear, mischievous eyes sparkled, like a cunning fox watching its prey fall into its trap.
At that moment, her lips moved under the veil, and she spoke...
"You're not as tough as you think, are you?" she teased, her voice soft but challenging. "You came here for a reason, and it wasn't to kill me."
Killer's eyes narrowed. "Don't push your luck."
Grace smirked. "I don't need luck. I have you."
Killer's expression hardened, but he didn't respond. Instead, he turned and walked away, leaving Grace standing there, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.
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