Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 226

The part-time job that Claire was talking about was to be an extra on a filming set. The job only required her to register her name and leave her contact number, so there was no need to look at any files.

It was 80 dollars a day with lunch included. If an extension was needed for the filming time, they would provide dinner as well, but there would not be any extra pay.

As Claire said, since she was free on her rest days, she could be an extra and earn some cash. It was a job that was paid by the day after all.

One month down the line, if there was something for her to do every day she was off, then in that one month, she could earn a few hundred bucks.

To other people, a few hundred bucks might not be much, but to Grace, it was already really good.

When she left work, Grace glanced at the gloves that she had already finished knitting and made a call to Jason. “I’ve finished knitting the gloves. Do you want me to send it over, or do you want to get someone to come over and collect it?”

“I’ll just come and collect it, then,” Jason said.

“That’s fine,” she replied.

She then returned to her apartment. After finishing her dinner, she placed the gloves on the table and pulled out the photocopies of the case files that Lina had given to her. In it, there were transcripted statements from the witnesses at the time, along with photocopies of the photographs of various physical evidence from back then.

Looking at the contents, feelings of shock and bitterness rose in Grace’s heart. Again. None of this information ever made sense.

Among this evidence, there was even the wine bottle and glass that she had drunk from that day, along with her DNA that was detected from the rim of the glass.

It was simply laughable. It was a glass that she had never drunk from, yet her DNA was somehow on it. But she’d fully had Eva back then. Her metabolism ran so high, even if she had been drinking—and she wasn’t—it would’ve burned through her system.

But the fact remained, she hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol that day.

She’d argued with Lily over what Lily had done to her grandfather, but she hadn’t driven off with the intent of hurting anyone.

They’d had an accident, but to try and call it vehicular manslaughter or to pin her with drunk driving just made no sense.

But that’s exactly what the human courts did.