"It's late. Get up quickly. Mom is waiting for you in the living room. I've called your president."
She hadn't slept enough. It was Saturday, but she couldn't even have a lie-in!
Grace squinted, rolled over, and closed her eyes. "Let me sleep a little longer."
Charlie resignedly pinched his brow. "Get up now. Otherwise, I'll play my ace!"
Grace ignored it.
She was used to having two days off a week. It was hard for her to get up early on Saturday.
Charlie could only scratch her armpit.
Grace was very ticklish. She couldn’t resist chuckling and finally surrendered in tears. "Alright, I’ll get up."
"I'll go to the company first."
Charlie stood up and left the purse on the table.
Grace sat up, nodded, and casually tied up her curly hair. "Be careful on the way. I’m going to the bathroom."
When Grace came out of the bathroom, it was almost an hour later.
She had cleaned up and made herself up.
She wore a tight black shirt with a boat neck, a white skirt that revealed her fairy legs, and purple high heels.
She looked mature, elegant, and charming.
Mckenzie was frequently frowning downstairs.
Almost an hour had passed since she asked Charlie to wake Grace up, but Grace still didn't come down.
What the hell was she doing?
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