Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 112

Ever since she was a child, in order to earn the praise of her father and make her step-mother not hate her, Grace had tried hard to cater to everyone. To please everyone. Although she had won a lot of honors, she lived a tiring life.

Sean had taught her that there was no one she could rely on.

However... Jay had said that he wanted to be her support. A smile surfaced on Grace’s face when she thought of Jay. After she was released from prison, perhaps the luckiest thing that had happened to her was meeting him.

As she thought about it, she scrolled through the web page. Suddenly, there was a post reporting the scene at the front of the hotel. Jason Reed, the head of the powerful Reed Pack, had also come to attend the engagement ceremony. However, Jason was surrounded by bodyguards and had not allowed anyone to take a photo of him. Even the reporters were not able to take a photo.

Anyone who filmed it would be made to delete all of the content on the spot.

Although Mr. Reed was too domineering, he had the capital to behave in such a way.

However, the person who had posted this said that he had risked his life to capture the back of Jason. Jason had always refused to take interviews from the reporters, and even though there would be reporters wherever he went, it could be said that he was very mysterious to the public.

Even for Grace, who had been accused of murdering Jason's fiancée, Jennifer Atkinson, she had never seen Jason Reed.

They’d crossed paths at the same pack events perhaps once or twice, but he kept to himself and even when she’d been on Sean’s arm, they had not interacted with Alpha Reed.

In court that year during Grace’s human trial, Alpha Reed had never attended from the beginning to the end. Not once.

He didn’t make an appearance during her hearing with the pack Council either.

Lina once said that she ran to the Reed Pack and attempted to meet with the Alpha. She’d hoped he would understand that Jennifer Atkinson's death was caused by something else. That Grace had never been drinking nor had she set out to harm that woman.

However, she had been directly thrown out without even getting to see the Alpha’s face.

Sometimes Grace found it a little funny. She and Alpha Reed had never met before, but it was as if her life was closely tied to this person. While she had been imprisoned, no one in the city had dared to help her, and the torment she endured in the prison seemed to have had some relation to him.

Grace was drawn to the bottom of a post and saw the photo. Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, the figure was still very eye-catching.

Wide shoulders, trim waist, long legs.

With such proportions, he could almost be compared to a model.

Among Grace's acquaintances, only Jay had such proportions.

Jay... The figure flashed through Grace's mind. She seemed to feel that Jay's back was actually very much similar to that of Jason Reed.

"God, what am I thinking!" Grace shook her head. They were two completely different people, and Jay never wore formal suits.

“Your Highness, can I have a word?”