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“Back off,” Ethan said, his tone cold as steel.
He swiftly deleted the photo and checked for any backups. Satisfied there were none, he tossed the phone back
to her.
“At first light, you're going back to your place. Don't ever step foot in my house again.” His voice hardened. “If
you do something like this again, you'll be sent back to Norview.”
Gracie bit her lip, feigning hurt, as if Ethan were the one in the wrong. “I was just scared, Ethan. | feel safe with
you. | love you...” Seizing his brief distraction, she lunged at him.
Ethan dodged before she could reach him, and Gracie stumbled, collapsing onto the bed, her body shaking with
sobs.
Ethan grabbed sclothes from the closet, slung them over his arm, and left without a word.
Gracie stared after him, despair in her voice. “Do you really hatethat much?” Ethan stormed out of the
house, not even changing his clothes, and drove to a different apartment of his. He showered repeatedly,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtscrubbing hard to erase any trace of Gracie’s scent on him.
Even after that, he still felt Gracie’s scent lingering. If Brenna found out about this, she would certainly be upset.
Gracie retreated to her room, consumed by regret. She shouldn't have acted so rashly or listened to Rosie's
advice. She knew Rosie was trouble, yet she had followed her advice anyway. Her foolishness gnawed at her.
Sleep eluded her until dawn.
Gracie rushed through breakfast and drove to the office, her mind racing with how to explain the incident to
Ethan.
While she was driving, a black sedan suddenly veered dangerously close, forcing her to slam on the brakes to
avoid a crash.
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“Are you blind?” she exclaimed in anger.
As she prepared to confront the driver, several masked men in black emerged from that car and the cars nearby,
wielding metal pipes. She noticed the license plates of their cars were obscured.
The men quickly began smashing her car with force.
The impacts only grew louder, with the glass threatening to break at any moment.
Terrified, Gracie stayed inside, too scared to step out. She fumbled for her phone to call Ethan but dropped it in
her panic.
As she reached down, the window finally gave way. The attackers yanked open the door, dragged her out, and
beat her.
Gracie curled into a ball on the ground, their blows unyielding despite her pleas.
Each strike felt like it could shatter her bones.
“Why are you doing this?” she cried, shielding her head in fear.
“Sell your shares and pay your debt, or we'll kill you!” They kept striking, the pipes landing blow after blow.
Gracie lay still, barely conscious. Sonlookers called the police, others called an ambulance.
When she cto, she was in a hospital bed.
Ethan sat on a nearby couch, his face impassive as he spoke on the phone. “We need to catch those people,” he
said before hanging up and approaching her. “Do you know who did this to you?”
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