Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 331

Damien's expression darkened, and he was about to react when Grace placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.

She smiled at him, a glint of cunning and confidence in her eyes.

The Grace of the past would have endured it.

But this was a new Grace.

Holding her glass of red wine, she walked elegantly over to the woman who had insulted her.

"Ma'am, that's a lovely mink coat you have on. The style is a bit dated, though. Looks like something from a decade ago."

The woman's face changed. "What do you know! This is a limited edition!"

"Limited edition?"

Grace let out a small laugh. "In this circle, value is never determined by the clothes on your back. It's true that I've been divorced, but that has no bearing on my current worth. I own five percent of the technical shares in the Clarke family's new energy project, which is valued at around three billion dollars."

She swirled the wine in her glass, her gaze sharp. "In other words, I'm not just standing here because Damien loves me, but because I have the credentials to be here."

"And you? Besides spreading gossip, have you ever created a single cent of value for the Clarke family?"

The entire room fell silent.

Damien watched her, the love in his eyes impossible to hide.

That was his woman.

Fierce and captivating.

"Well said!"

Damien's father, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly began to applaud.

Though he still had some reservations about Grace's past, he had to admit that the woman's dignified and composed demeanor was truly impressive.

"The past is the past. Since you've married into the Clarke family, you're one of us now."

With those words, the family patriarch had made the final decision.

No matter how displeased the other relatives were, they could only plaster on fake smiles.

After the dinner party.

Damien and Grace walked hand-in-hand into the garden.

The moonlight was like liquid silver.

Damien wrapped his arms around Grace from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Mrs. Clarke, you were magnificent just now."

Grace raised an eyebrow. "I can't let you lose face."

"Do your legs hurt?"

"A little."

"Then I'll carry you."

Damien crouched in front of her. "Hop on."

Grace climbed onto his broad back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The top makeup artist's hands were trembling as she applied Grace's makeup.

This was Mr. Clarke's darling. If she applied the foundation a little too heavily, her career would be over.

"Ms. Hart, this wedding gown was personally co-designed by Mr. Clarke himself."

The stylist stared in awe at the custom-designed gown hanging on the rack, which was encrusted with nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine small diamonds.

Grace sat before the mirror, looking at her reflection.

She was beautiful.

So beautiful she looked like a stranger.

She subconsciously touched her back.

There was a faint, pink scar there.

Five years ago, she had a fever of 102 degrees and begged Ethan to take her to the hospital. He had shoved her away, and her back had hit a scalding hot radiator, leaving the mark.

What had Ethan said back then?

—"Grace, are you trying to be dramatic over a little fever? Lilian's in a bad mood, I don't have time to deal with you."

"Let's switch it out."

Grace lowered her eyes, her voice soft. "I don't want an open-back dress."

The stylist froze. "But this one..."