I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)
Chapter 86 Miss Grace James, There You Are!

"Hey, do you hear that? That girl named Grace has been asking for business. She said she could do anything as long as she gets paid."

"That woman must be out of mind because of money. But such a shameless bitch like her should not work in the Public Relation Department, I just can't figure about why she was appointed here. She belittled all of us."

"It seems that she hasn't got any money for the whole month. Did you just see she almost pester every one of us? She must be crazy."

A few female employees of the PR Department gossiped in the restroom.

"Alright, just stop talking about her. What a bummer! Come on. Let's go. I just heard that Mr. He has been here with his rich friends again. It has been a long time since I saw those playboys last time. Now they are in the VIP box in the sixth floor. Let's go to replace them." Then, those women with heavy makeups went upstairs to the sixth floor.

Grace still failed to get any chance to earn money though she had asked everyone around her foe help. She could only return to her room in the department office for rest.

Time still gradually passed by.

Gloria told her that Caden would arrive at the club in twenty minutes.

Feeling depressed, Grace knew Caden a decisive man who never spared anyone any space.

"Hey, Grace, come with me."

The door of the room was opened. Gloria stared at her with a poker face.

"Has he arrived?" Grace's heart skipped a bit.

Grace felt so helpless like a homeless kid at that time. Grace took a deep breath and said calmly to Grace, "Boss hasn't arrived yet. Just come with me." "What?"

Gloria frowned, "Come on, don't sit still. I will take you to my patron."

Grace stood up immediately, "I am coming."

Gloria remained silent and let Grace upstairs.

"The sixed floor?" Grace felt a bit weird.

"Only the most honorable and generous guests could afford the box in the top floor," Gloria then stopped in front of a luxurious box, "Grace, that's all I could do for you. I should be also prohibited to bring you here. But I want to keep you alive!"

Grace lowered her head. She knew what Gloria meant and she was also aware that Gloria had been struggling hard to make such decision to bring her here, "Thank you, Gloria. I got it."

"That's all I can do for you. It's up to you to make your own miracle." Gloria was about to knock the door.

Grace suddenly stopped Gloria, "Gloria, since you know the guests in this box. Do you know their surnames?"

"One of those surnames is He... Hey, Grace, where are you going?" Before Gloria finished, she saw Grace turned around and left with her ghastly pale face, "What are you doing, Grace?"

Gloria frowned out of doubt. She grabbed Grace's hand to stop her, and she happened to knock the door. Unexpectedly, one of those guests was in such a high spirit that he came to open the door himself.

"Hey, Gloria, didn't you say that you would bring a girl here? What takes you so long?" Walter He stood at the door and he took a look at Grace. Though he didn't recognize she was Grace, he felt familiar with the dress on Grace.

"Hey, aren't you the sweetie of Payne we just met in the elevator?"

Walter walked to the front at lifted her chin with his finger.

Grace kept her head low and resisted.

"Hey, that girl is so shy! She doesn't even want me to see her face," Walter continued frivolously, "But I have to see your face today."

Gloria added, "Grace, don't be afraid. Mr. He was just joking. He is a nice guy."

Walter suddenly paused for a while. He looked at the woman in front of her with suspicion, while he tilted his head to ask, "Gloria, what did you just call her?"

Grace suddenly shouted, "Gloria, don't say it!"

But then Grace realized that she did the wrong thing. It would only make Walter more curious.

Walter still blinked with suspicion. Meanwhile, Gloria also felt it quite weird.

"Grace?" Walter withdrew his finger on Grace's chin. But before Grace sighed a breath of relief, she suddenly heard the scream of Gloria.

"Mr. He, what are you doing?!"

Meanwhile, Grace bumped into a pair of bloodthirsty eyes as she raised her head. Walter licked his own lips, trembling with excitement, "It is you, Grace! It is such a surprise to see you turn into such an ugly one. But I will never forget you even if you burn yourself into ashes!"

Grace's face turned ghastly pale.

Walter grabbed her hair fiercely, but he said in a gentle voice, "Grace, are you going to get in by yourself of let me welcome you in?"

Grace was flustered as she knew she couldn't escape today.

Walter would definitely make her suffer.

"Don't bother, Mr. He." Grace said in a hoarse voice. Then she broke away from the grip of Walter and stepped into the box as calm as she could.

Gloria also noticed that something unusual was going to happen.

"Come on, guys. Look at her, she is Grace James!" Walter introduced with a smile when he entered the box.

Suddenly, all the eyes in the box were fixed on Grace, with both judgment and mockery.

Gloria decided to bail Grace out, "Wow, Mr. He, it turns out that you know her. But I am afraid that Grace had something else to deal with today. I will bring her here later to greet you. Now I need to leave with her." Then Gloria was about to hold Grace's hand to take her away.

Gloria's face became solemn as she knew those rich guys were all born in the most powerful and privileged families in S City. They were not just simply upstarts.

Gloria intended to ask, "Grace, did you know Mr. He?" She wanted to figure out what kind of feud Grace had with Walter.

But Grace just remained silent.

Walter replied with a smile, "Gloria, are you asking her whether she knows me? Tut, you must just settle down in S City, right? Perhaps you have never heard that the most proud and swanking girl in S City was none others than Grace James, the noble and talented lady born in the James Family."

"Mr. He. That is an old story. Let it be gone." Grace interrupted.

Walter sneered, "Let it be gone? Hahaha...Grace, I just heard from Gloria that one of her girl needed five hundred thousand dollars so badly. It is you, right?"

"Alright," Walter then took out a piece of check and thumped it onto the crystal table, "Grace, let's me do me a favor. You can take the five hundred thousand dollars as long as you kneel down and slap yourself hard for one hundred times, plus claiming yourself that 'I, Grace James, am a sluttish bitch.' With each slap!"000000