"That's exactly what I've been thinking."
Damien took her hand. "This Nemesis Group Inc. might not be targeting the Clarke family, but rather... me."
Or perhaps, it was targeting the old Helix Line.
After all, Grace's identity now wasn't just the president of Graceline Technologies; she was also connected to the Helix Line.
"No matter who he is," Grace squeezed his hand, her gaze firm, "we'll face whatever comes our way."
Damien looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration and pride.
"Alright. Together."
They embraced, and just as they were about to kiss—
*Ring, ring, ring—*
Grace's phone rang.
Damien's brow furrowed deeply. "Don't answer it."
"What if it's an emergency?"
Grace pushed against him helplessly, slipping out of his embrace to grab her phone from the coffee table.
It was Elliot.
A call from Elliot at this time could only mean one thing.
She took a deep breath and answered.
"Hello, Elliot."
"Grace," Elliot's voice was laced with an undisguisable exhaustion, yet also a hint of excitement. "We brought him in."
Though she had expected it, Grace still felt a thrill hearing those words.
"Okay, I understand," Grace's voice was tight. "Where is he now?"
"The plane just landed. We're on our way to the city precinct, but..." Elliot paused. "Because this involves an international extradition and a lot of tedious paperwork, the handover is a bit complicated. It might take a while longer."
"That's fine."
After hanging up, Grace immediately walked over to the coat rack.

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