Chapter 677 Want to Get His DNA
"Hey, you know anything about Hugh's crew?" Killer asked, leaning back.
"Nope, not really. Just that Hugh's a real piece of work," Grace replied, her voice tinged with unease.
"If you know he's bad news, why'd you go blabbing online? Aren't you scared he'll come after you?"
"That's why I'm talking to you. Taking out Dorian won't do you any good either, right? Besides, I don't think you're that kind of guy."
"How long have we known each other? You think you got me all figured out?"
"We haven't known each other long, but I think I know you well enough. You might act all tough, but you wouldn't do something like that. You're not like Hugh."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her so many times, always making sure she didn't notice.
To her, Killer was like Xavier—cold on the outside but warm on the inside, though he'd never admit it.
"I've been with Hugh for a long time. I'm just like him. Don't kid yourself."
"Look, if you kill Dorian, we're done," Grace said firmly.
Killer felt a twinge of discomfort. If he and Grace were destined to be enemies...
Dorian would die, even if Killer didn't do it. Hugh would send someone else.
And if Grace got too close to Dorian, she'd be in serious danger.
These gang-related issues weren't something Killer could discuss with Grace.
He could only advise, "If you want to keep your family safe, stay away from Dorian. And don't underestimate Hugh. He might not be as powerful as you think, but he's reckless."
A reckless person, once they lose it, has no principles or limits.
He had no family or friends, so he didn't care. But Grace was different.
The Coleman family and DG Group were indeed strong, but if someone wanted to kill you, they'd keep looking for opportunities, always watching.
You can't always be on guard. Eventually, someone will find a chance, and then it's a matter of life and death.
Grace frowned. How could such a person thrive in this world?
Why did the good people always have to leave her?
Like her mom, her grandpa, and...
Grace didn't want to talk about this anymore. She fell silent.
If it came to a confrontation, she didn't think she'd lose to Hugh.
The meal didn't last long. Grace had little appetite and barely ate.
When she went to pay, she found out Killer had already covered the bill.
Grace looked at the table, at Killer's used utensils. She wanted to take them but couldn't with Killer there.
"You go ahead. I want to stay and eat a bit more," Grace said.
Killer didn't seem to want to leave. Grace saw he wasn't moving and said, "Aren't you busy? You should go!"
"No rush. Let's go together," Killer said, sipping his water slowly.
Grace forced herself not to show her desire to grab his water cup. She had to restrain herself and find another way.
Seeing he wasn't leaving, Grace wondered if Killer had guessed her intentions. She said, "If you won't go, then I will!"
She stood up, ready to leave.
She could wait for Killer to leave and then come back.
Killer watched her leave but didn't rush after her.
He put down his cup and called a waiter, watching them clear the table before he left.
Grace had been waiting for Killer to leave so she could act, but the waiter cleared the table.
She had no choice but to use her final plan.
Killer left the restaurant, and Grace was still at the door.
"Why haven't you left?"
"Waiting for you," Grace said. "I brought you out for dinner, and you didn't drive. I should take you back."
"No need. I have other things to do." He had rushed back knowing Grace wanted to see him.
"Where are you going? I'll take you."
"No need," Killer refused again. "We're not close. Ms. Lewis, please don't seek me out again."
With that, Killer turned and walked away.
They were destined to be enemies. Staying away from her, not getting too involved, not dragging her into this was the right choice.
Killer hadn't walked far when he felt a strong force from behind.
Grace had hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Killer's body stiffened, frozen in place.
"Why do you always say such heartless things? Can't we be friends? Every time you tell me not to find you, don't you think our meetings might be fate?"
Grace knew that getting close to Killer was her best chance to save Dorian.
So, they at least needed to be friends.
Though he was just Killer, being with him made Grace feel different.
With him, she felt safe, time flew by, and she wanted to keep him by her side.
Besides Xavier, she'd never felt this way, and her feelings were strong.
He seemed to have a magnetic field, drawing her closer.
Killer's breath caught, his throat felt blocked, making it hard to speak.
Every time Grace hugged him, he knew he should push her away, but he couldn't bring himself to.
After a few seconds, he placed his hands on Grace's and pulled her away.
He turned to face her.
Grace was close, her eyes bright. He couldn't meet her gaze and looked away.
"Did Ms. Lewis not hear what I just said?"
"I heard you clearly."
"Then why..."
Before Killer could finish, Grace moved closer and hugged him again.
This time, she wrapped her arms around his neck, facing him.
Grace said, "I heard you, but that doesn't mean I agree."
"Mr. Killer isn't anyone to me. Why should I listen to you?"
As she spoke, she distracted Killer while her hands moved, touching his hair, finding a strand.
With a quick pull, she could take the strand of hair.
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