Chapter 162

Nicholas Perry gasped out loud, clearly shocked by how hard I'd gone in. He swallowed nervously and didn’t dare move an inch. Everyone in the restaurant was stunned, straight-up floored. The staff were especially shaken, their faces pale as they rushed over to stop me. I let go, and Grace Mills struggled to lift her head from the fish tank. Her hair was dripping wet, and her bloodshot eyes locked on me. She coughed and choked for a good while before she could get a word out. “I know Ronald Wright will always back you up. Just go tell him I bullied you, whatever. But listen closely—what I hate most is being falsely accused. Unless Ronald kills me, I swear if I can hit you once, I won’t hesitate to do it again.” Before Grace could reply, a slurred voice broke in—confused but oddly happy. “Grace? Grace, you… you came for me?” Daniel Brooks staggered up from the table, wobbling toward her. Even totally drunk, his face lit up with joy. “You couldn’t bear to leave me, right? I—I couldn’t eit