Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 293

Mornings in Jarrow City were usually busy but quiet.

But today… was clearly different.

#BillionaireHeirDamienPlayedForAFool#

#GraceTheJinx#

#CountingGraceHartsVictims#

Every hashtag was followed by an eye-catching “trending” icon.

Grace sat in her room, scrolling through her phone with a blank expression.

The article was exceptionally well-written, so eloquent that even she was convinced of her own wickedness after reading it.

“…At birth, she jinxed her mother, causing her to die in childbirth; as a teenager, she brought ruin to her uncle, driving Bastian Hawke to suicide; as a young woman, she crippled her own father, leading to the Hart family’s downfall; even her half-sister Lilian’s imprisonment can be laid at her feet. Now, she has latched onto the Clarke family, and the moment Mr. Clarke got involved with her, he faced plummeting stock prices and impeachment by his board. This woman is a curse. Anyone who gets close to her dies.”

Grace let out a small laugh.

So she was that powerful, huh?

She had a better kill count than a supervillain.

The phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

Grace answered, and a torrent of vile insults poured out from the other end.

“Grace, you damn jinx! Have you no shame? Mr. Clarke is such a good person, and you’re still trying to ruin him? Why don’t you just go die!”

*Click.*

Grace hung up.

Immediately, a second call came, then a third.

Most of it was a barrage of text messages.

All of them telling her to die.

Someone had even managed to find the address of this old apartment complex, threatening to come and splash paint on her door.

Grace remained calm.

She was even composed enough to go to the kitchen and check the rice container.

There wasn't much left. If someone was really going to throw paint, she hoped they’d bring some takeout too. She didn’t feel like going downstairs.

She was too tired.

*Ping.*

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