Chapter 235

Ronald Wright’s eyes suddenly shifted, his brows knitted together, that cold smirk on his face full of contempt. I yanked my hand out of his grip and jabbed a finger into his chest. "Got nothing to say now, huh? Ronald, you’re seriously low. Want to leave but can’t stay away either. This is my last warning—back the hell off. At least save some face for the Wright family, or else..." Ronald cut me off without blinking. "Grace doesn’t change anything between us. Just think of her as background decoration, okay?" "Decoration?" I almost laughed from the sheer absurdity. She’s your secretary, man! And you’re telling me she’s just a prop? Ronald never fails to blow my mind, always like this. I opened my mouth to argue, but he beat me to it, speaking in that hoarse, low voice like he read my mind. "Don’t believe me, do you? Fine. Let her marry Jordan. Let them live their life, we’ll live ours. Everyone goes back to their own place. Sound good?" I stared at him, pissed. "Your Grace? Seriously?