Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 120

After Grace left, Jason looked around the small rental apartment and felt empty inside.

He picked up the scarf she had placed on the table and wrapped it around his neck. The corner of his lips curled into a slight smile.

He didn’t mind the cold. What wolf did?

Wolves loved wintry weather.

When Jason walked out of the rental apartment, Terrence had already been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw his boss, he was stunned. The president had never liked wearing a plain scarf, but then... he was wearing one.

And when Jason walked closer to him, Terrence studied the threads on the scarf and the knitting method. He was almost sure that it was a hand-made scarf.

There seemed to be only one answer to Mr. Reed's hand-woven scarf.

This scarf was probably knitted by Grace!

"Mr. Reed, we're going to..."

"Let's go to the hospital. Today, I probably should have dinner with the Old Master." Jason ordered.

"Okay," Terrence responded. He started the car and headed for the hospital.

The bus stopped at a place not far from the southern entrance of the town where Grace got off. It had already been three years, and this town seemed to have changed a lot. Some of the muddy roads had been rebuilt with cement.

On the way, she met some of the neighbors who used to live close to her grandmother's house. They all pointed at her and whispered to each other. Grace was already used to this.

Ever since she was released from prison, those who knew her in the past could not help but talk about her when they saw her.