Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 77

Grace didn’t use an umbrella, letting the cold rain fall on her face.

She thought she was strong enough.

But being pushed away by her most beloved mentor, all under the guise of "it's for your own good," was a suffocating feeling that left her breathless.

She wandered aimlessly through the streets, completely soaked, before she remembered to call her only friend, Ivy.

Soon after, Ivy arrived on her electric scooter and took Grace back to her apartment.

"Damn it! Those bastards! They've gone too far!"

Ivy cursed furiously as she towel-dried Grace's hair.

"That jerk Ethan! That ungrateful pack of wolves, the Harts! And that old fool Grant! Not a single one of them is any good!"

Grace, wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa, too dejected to speak.

Seeing her like this, Ivy's heart ached.

She grabbed her phone and furiously typed out a message to Damien.

[Damien! Didn't you say you'd protect Grace?! She just lost her job! Where are you?!]

She sent the message, but there was no response.

Ivy was so angry she wanted to throw her phone.

"You really can't count on any man!"

Grace tilted her head. "Who are you talking about?"

Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Who else? The heir of the Clarke family."

Grace managed a faint smile. "It has nothing to do with him."

She and Damien only had a business arrangement.

Besides, he had already helped her so much. She couldn't ask for more.

Ivy sighed and went back to drying her hair.

Just as she picked up the hair dryer, the doorbell rang.

Confused, she went to open it.

Standing outside was a tall, imposing man.

Damien was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, raindrops clinging to the tips of his hair, giving him a sharper edge.

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