The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 513

"I... I don't have any demands."

She forced herself to maintain her composure. "It's just, if you haven't found a more suitable candidate, we could always continue our partnership."

Realizing that sounded a bit too aggressive, she quickly added, "What do you think?"

"I think..."

Silas's sharp, impossibly handsome features remained entirely devoid of emotion. There was an indescribable arrogance to his striking face. He ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, a subtle movement that practically bled predatory danger.

"Miss Gifford surely isn't desperate for this endorsement, nor do you need to use Sterling Enterprises to elevate your status. It's better if we just leave things here. It'll free up your schedule so you can collaborate with even bigger brands."

The underlying message was loud and clear: *Sterling Enterprises doesn't want you here anymore.*

Businessmen were always so adept at dressing up ruthless rejections in polite, diplomatic phrasing.

His current demeanor proved he had absolutely zero personal attachment left.

Grace felt an invisible thorn twisting deep in her chest, painfully mangling her heart. It was a suffocating, agonizing ache that she couldn't even begin to articulate.

This man didn't care about her anymore...

But human nature was inherently pathetic.

She couldn't stop herself from asking, "Why?"

Silas tapped his long fingers against the desk twice, offering no attempt to sugarcoat it. "Because my girlfriend would be very unhappy if she found out."

*Girlfriend.*

This was the first time he had so openly and comfortably acknowledged that title.

It proved that he had completely accepted Vivian Fairchild into his life, and into his future.

Grace's heart shattered into a million pieces. The last shred of her sanity was the only thing keeping her from completely breaking down.

She secretly took several deep breaths, forcing her trembling body to stay upright.

"I understand."

She stood up.

"I'll... go find Assistant Young."

Grace walked agonizingly slow. The short distance from his desk to the door felt like a marathon.

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