Chapter 294

Grace Carter stepped into Stella Johnson's room in ten-centimeter stilettos, two stern-looking men trailing behind her, each holding thick folders that practically screamed "legal trouble." "Miss Johnson, long time no see," Grace said with a smirk, her red lips curling up coldly. She wore a sharp white suit that made her pale skin look almost frostbitten, though her eyes burned with undisguised anger. Stella stood up from her chair, fingers unconsciously clutching the edge of the desk. She hadn’t expected Grace to show up in person—let alone this fast. After all, it was just two days ago that she had stealthily leaked the story to the media—how she’d been kidnapped and drugged. "What brings you here, Miss Carter?" Stella forced a polite smile, but her gaze darted toward the door. Fiona should’ve already called security by now. "Save it. The people outside? They're mine," Grace said dryly, like she’d read her mind. She walked up to the desk and slapped a thick file down. "Take a look be