In the Lap of Luxury novel (Grace and Benjamin) novel Chapter 655

Grace did not have time to say more. She got up quickly. "I have an urgent matter to attend to. I'm sorry."

However, Hazel followed her, clutching her documents. "Did you drive?"

Grace did not speak. She walked quickly as she looked at her phone.

"This is the peak rush hour around Fulton Group as all the employees are getting off work, and it won't be easy to get a cab."

Hazel grabbed her arm. "I drove. If you don't mind, I can give you a lift, Ms. Lewis."

Grace pursed her lips. She subconsciously wanted to resist Hazel's attempts at reconciliation, but she didn't have a better choice right now. "Thank you in advance."

Hazel's car wasn't as grand as Xander's, but she seemed very pleased with it. She maneuvered the steering wheel as she said, "I'm about to be sent to our branch company. I came to the secretariat office to do a handover today."

Grace hadn't expected Hazel to take the initiative to explain, so she was a little surprised. "You've worked hard."

Hazel glanced at her and said carefully, "Ms. Lewis, I'm really sorry about the incident at Fortress Club. I really didn't do it on purpose, but I know that it was because of me. I'm glad you didn't get hurt."

Grace felt conflicted. "I'm fine. Let's talk about this in future."

Hazel nodded and focused on driving.

When they reached the scene of the car accident, they saw smoke coming out of a car, while there was a motorbike fallen on the ground beside it.

Grace's heart skipped a beat. "Victor!"

"I'm here!" The voice came from the median strip. It was Victor. There was a graze on his forehead, and he looked resentful.

"What are you doing? I thought you knew how to drive! How did you get into a car accident?"

Grace was shocked. She grabbed him and looked him up and down.

"I'm fine. It's just a small injury. I was driving when this Harley Davidson just popped up out of nowhere."

"A Harley Davidson?" A female voice rang out beside them. "If you hadn't stopped at the red light, I would have passed long ago. You were the one who got me into this mess."

It was a bold, sassy-looking woman with a helmet in hand. There were grazes of varying degrees on her arm.

"You—"