Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 223

After all, when he met that person back then, it was right in this small town.

Except when he asked her about it, it seemed that he had overthought this.

“You’re not her,” he said casually. She was not that person.

What? Doubt flashed through Grace’s eyes.

At this time, the boss of the restaurant served up the dishes. Brian said, “Alright, let’s eat. Want to have some wine?”

Grace recalled her experience of being drunk in front of Jason and swiftly shook her head. “No need. I’ll just have a regular beverage.”

Thus, Brian got the boss to bring two bottles over.

“You’re not drinking wine either?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I’ll be driving later, so I won’t drink,” he said.

Her expression darkened suddenly as she thought of that car crash that got her to be sentenced. The charge was for drunk driving, but she had not drunk anything that day at all!

“That’s right. You had a car crash back then because you drove drunk, right?” His voice suddenly sounded. “Is that why you found a job sweeping at the Sanitation Service Center?”

“At least I still have a job to do,” Grace said self-deprecatingly.

“Do you want me to go say hi over at the Sanitation Service Center and get them to arrange a more easygoing position for you?”

“No need.” Grace refused. After all, a favor from this Alpha Hart was not that good to take.