Chapter 271

Ronald Wright's pick wasn't hard to guess—it had to be Grace Mills. I grumbled silently. The ropes digging into my wrists behind my back were burning like hell, probably scraped raw by now. Sitting tight was definitely not an option. I glanced at Jacob White and threw out a suggestion. "That whole cliché 'choose one or the other' plot—kind of dull, don’t you think? Why don’t we spice things up a bit? Let me hold his little sweetheart hostage. You’re here for the drama, right? Watching an ex and a new flame go at it is way better than this boring act. If he picks her, fine, I’ll go with you. If he chooses me, I’ll hand her over myself." "This way, he won’t hold a grudge, and you still screw up his business. Why not take the win?" … I rubbed my sore wrists and walked over to Grace. That’s when Ronald and Paul Allen came striding toward us. Ronald was as composed as ever—tall, fit, perfectly put together in his sharp suit. Cold expression aside, he still looked like some high-class gentle