Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 342

The main doors opened.

Grace walked out.

She was wearing a cream-colored trench coat over a simple professional suit, her hair casually tied up. She was carrying two large bags of coffee.

There were no bodyguards with her.

Just moments before, Damien had an emergency meeting, and the bodyguards had been reassigned to escort a confidential document.

"Mrs. Hart! You should have let us do this. Why are you buying coffee for us yourself?"

A few young employees who had just finished working overtime ran out, taking the bags from her hands, looking completely flattered.

"It's fine, it was on my way," Grace said with a wave and a smile. "You've all worked hard these past few days. Go home early tonight and rest up. Your cab fare is on the company."

"Wow! Thank you, Mrs. Hart!"

"Mrs. Hart is the best! Not only is she a genius, she's so kind!"

"I could cry! I want to work for Mrs. Hart forever!"

The employees chattered excitedly around her, their faces filled with genuine affection and admiration.

One young woman, fresh out of college, even accidentally spilled a little coffee on Grace's trench coat.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Hart! I didn't mean to!" The young woman's face went pale. The coat looked very expensive.

"It's alright." Grace took out a tissue and gently wiped the corner of her coat. Not only was she not angry, but she smiled to comfort the young woman who was on the verge of tears. "I was thinking of getting a different color anyway. Go on, drink your coffee before it gets cold."

She even reached out and patted the young woman's head.

An image from many years ago suddenly flashed through Lucian's mind.

The heat that summer had been unbearable.

He was playing a video game and had just lost a match due to lag, leaving him in a foul mood.

Just then, Grace came in with a plate of sliced watermelon.

"Get out! You're blocking my signal!"

Lucian had kicked out at her, then violently smashed the game controller in his hand against her head.

Blood streamed down her face.

Grace was only nineteen then.

But now… how the tables have turned.

The once-meek sister was now living such a brilliant life.

"Why are you nicer to strangers than you are to me?" he seethed. "I'm your brother! I'm the second young master of the Hart family!"

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