#Chapter 253 Problematic

Grace Charles sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We're still gathering information, but the timing can't be a coincidence." "Where's Thorne?" I asked. He smiled and checked his phone to see. "On his way to the airport." "You have a tracker on the liaison?" Eason asked, grinning. "Grace give this man a blowjob at every opportunity." I scowled at him as Charles laughed. Amira gasped. "He's going to be here within the hour!" "Likely," Charles said. "This isn't good," I muttered, my voice heavy with worry. "We'll figure it out, Grace," Eason assured me, his voice firm. "He's probably just here to irritate you and about the press conference. I won't leave you alone with him." I nodded. Charles squeezed my hand gently, his touch a silent promise of support. "Don't worry," he said, his gaze unwavering. "You can handle Sean. I'll get out of here before he shows up." I nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over me. It was good not to feel alone, though I wished he hadn't had to