Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 118

Another, a redhead, directed his attack at Grace personally.

He eyed her up and down with a lecherous gaze, his tone mocking.

"Ms. Hart, is it? You're quite the looker. I just wonder what *skills* you used to get Mr. Clarke to back you up like this, huh?"

His words caused an uproar.

The incessant clicking of camera shutters intensified as reporters captured the dramatic scene.

Damien’s expression turned icy cold.

He was about to step forward, but Grace gently placed a hand on his arm.

She shook her head slightly, signaling for him to remain calm.

Then, she turned, her gaze settling peacefully on the troublemakers.

There was no anger, no panic, not even a ripple of emotion in her eyes.

"And you are?"

She asked quietly, her voice soft but carrying clearly to every corner of the room.

Her commanding presence momentarily stunned the blond, but he quickly puffed out his chest and yelled back.

"We're from Solidis Construction Materials Ltd.! Don't you dare try to skip out on your debt!"

"Solidis Construction Materials Ltd.?"

Grace repeated the name, a barely perceptible sneer touching her lips.

"Sorry, I've never heard of it."

"All of Graceline Technologies' suppliers are top-tier in the industry. The contracts are here, and the financial records are available for review."

"As for you…"

Her gaze, sharp as a knife, swept across their panicked faces.

"Lilian Hart sent you, didn't she?"

The blond's face instantly went pale.

"Wh-what are you talking about! We don't know any Lilian!"

"Is that so?"

Grace let out a soft laugh.

The pressure radiating from him made everyone nearby shrink away.

Yet, Grace remained as calm and composed as ever.

She even smiled.

"Real substance?"

She looked up at the pathetic clowns before her.

"Are you even worthy of saying those words to me?"

Without another word, she glanced at her assistant.

"Caleb, put it on the screen. Let's give these 'gentlemen' an education."

"Right away, Ms. Hart."

The assistant nodded, inserting a USB drive into the laptop.

A moment later, the large screen in the center of the ballroom lit up.

A contract, written entirely in English, was projected for all to see.