Grace sat by the window, stirring her latte.
The coffee shop was in Terminal 3 of the airport, bustling with people, each heading toward a different destination.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
A slightly hoarse female voice spoke.
Grace looked up.
Amelia stood before her, still dressed in a Chanel couture suit, holding a limited-edition Hermès Birkin bag, her makeup impeccable.
But her eyes were filled with exhaustion.
Amelia sat down without ordering anything.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come to see me off.”
Grace put down her spoon, her tone light. “You’re leaving. As an old rival, it would be poor form not to come.”
Amelia had repeatedly tried to frame her, and Damien had wanted to send her to jail, but Grace had stopped him.
“Grace, you won.”
Amelia took a plane ticket out of her bag and placed it on the table.
A one-way ticket to Evershade Melissaarches.
“But I didn't lose to your skills.” Amelia leaned forward, a final trace of unwillingness in her eyes. “I lost because of the people on your side.”
Grace raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“If Damien hadn't protected you, if the Clarke family hadn’t mobilized all their resources to help you, how could you possibly have fought the Cross Group on your own?”
Amelia grew more agitated, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. “My downfall was being surrounded by sharks and vultures, bloodsuckers who only wanted to tear a piece of flesh from me! But you…”
She paused, her gaze turning bleak. “You have a Damien who would give his life for you.”
Grace found her words laughable.

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