Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)
Chapter 88 Let Go of Me!

Quinn was speaking through his phone, then he said to Grace, "Hey, Grace, guess what. I just called you brother. Do you know what he had just said? He told me there is no such a girl named Grace James in his family. Haha, Grace, you are so pitiful. What kind of benefit would you get when you kill your bestie? It was such a doom for Wallis to be your friend."

While speaking, Quinn glared at Grace. It seemed that he wanted to tear her apart.

Grace kept her head down to hide her expression.

Grace did not refute as she knew Quinn had a crush on Wallis. She could do nothing but mock herself, 'Is it useful to explain if no one believes me?'

But she felt her heart ached for the words of Payne.

Grace smiled bitterly, and then she started to bend her knees.

Bang!

A loud noise could be heart when Grace knelt down on the ground, with glass fragments stabbing into her flesh. She did feel hurt, but she managed to endure and looked at Walter, "Let go of Gloria!" Gloria was shocked with her eyes wide open.

Walter laughed out loud when seeing that, "Hahaha, I have never expect that the proudest lady in the S City, Grace James, would be willing to kneel down in front of me. Grace, do you still remember the time when I spare no endeavor to court you? But you just simply refuse me by saying 'You don't deserve to be my boyfriend.' And you make me the joke of the whole city."

Walter stared at Grace with the joy of revenge.

"Grace, what a karma for your suffering today!"

He picked up the check and stepped backwards, and he waved the check in the air.

"You want that money, right? Here it is," He pointed at his crotch, "The five hundred thousand dollars will be yours if you creep across my crotch down here." Walter just wanted to revenge himself for the humiliation to be refused at that time.

"No! Grace! No!"

Grace took a look at the check.

Her heart was fluctuating. She suddenly looked at Gloria.

Gloria felt herself out of breath.

'Sorry, I have my own things to accomplish. I need to get rid of that man.'

Grace took a deep breath and closed her eyes. For her, it didn't matter to kneel down since it was not the first time. She had nothing to lose.

Two more wine glasses were crashed on the ground. Gloria shouted, "Mr. He, do you think it's necessary to do such evil things?!"

Slap! Walter hit Gloria again. "Don't touch her!" Grace said coldly. Grace crept bit by bit with her kneel moving forward. The further she moved, the more fragments stabbing in her flesh. Gloria was about to stop her, but someone else interrupted, "Miss Gloria, just stay aside and watch. If you irritate Walter again, Grace will definitely suffer more."

That seemingly threat alerted and stopped Gloria, though she was burning with anxiety.

"My boss will be angry if you play such dirty tricks on her."

"Wow, who is your boss exactly? If he was really anger, just tell him our names." Those men didn't think there was anyone in this city dare to fight against their families head on.

No one would be that stupid to offend their powerful families just for the sake of Grace, a mere staff in the club.

Though it was only four or five steps upfront, Grace felt like she was kneeling of tip of knifes.

Her clothes were drenched by sweat.

She raised eyes at Walter.

"Come on!"

"Get across my crotch!"

"Do it!"

The repeating satires kept lingering around her ears.

Gloria wanted to shout out, but she was gagged by them.

Gloria kept her back straight and her whole body taut. Five hundred thousand dollars. She could get it all once she crawled across his crotch. But she felt her heart aching for no reason. 'Grace, you are just a prisoner. You don't need any goddamn pride.'

'Stop dream of that luxurious stuff.'

'Just be a bitch!'

She bent her back, lowered her head and crawled across Walter's crotch.

'It is alright! It is alright!'

She had done the same thing when in the prison.

But every time she moved down his crotch, she couldn't help but recall those awful memories in the past. It all popped up in her mind clearly.

She still clearly remembered that scene that she was forced to crawled across those inmates' crotches one by one. Even some of them peed on her face when Grace crawled across beneath their crotches.

If Grace resisted, she would be force to face the hydraulic giant spouting cold water, no matter it was summer or winter. She would be tortured with worse means if she dared to revolt.

Grace could not even imagine how she could get through. She felt herself being thrown back into that hellish prison again.

"Tut, Grace James, that proud and defiant lady crawled across a man's crotch for money!"

"Come on, take pictures now! It will definitely hit the headline of tomorrow's newspaper." Grace's face turned ghastly pale, "No! Don't take pictures!"

"Don't? Why do you think you are? Do you still deem yourself as the noble Ms. James?"

Their repeating mockery tore Grace's disguise apart, with her pride all collapsing. She raised her head weakly, "Please, please, I beg you. Don't take pictures!"

All kinds of ridicule and laughter could be heard in the box, which was about to overwhelm Grace.

Her face showed nothing but fear, "Don't! Please no!" She screamed. But the louder she screamed, the more excited they were when they took out their phone to take photos of Grace. The repeating laughter sounded like evil spell, making Grace gasp for air. She kept shaking her own head fiercely, "No! No!"

It seemed that everything around her was rotating in her eyes. Grace mumbled, "Please, let me go! Please..."

Gloria could not even bear to see Grace so painful. She could do nothing but close her eyes.

"Don't want us to take photos of you?" Quinn grabbed a bottle of liquor and handed it to Grace, "Drink it all. Then we will stop!"