Chapter 389

“Is there something else behind Grace’s accident?” Brian mused, chuckling softly. The accident victim was Jason’s fiancée, Jennifer Atkinson. Grace was now with Jason.

Even if foul play were involved, Jason would have investigated. Why worry?

However… “When did Grace start working in your restaurant?” Brian asked abruptly.

“Huh?” Kyla Corbyn was startled. After a moment, she replied, “About two weeks ago. She applied as a delivery rider.”

“How does she behave?” Brian pressed.

“She’s excellent. Hardworking, efficient, and never complains…” Kyla described Grace’s work ethic, while Brian listened intently, a hand supporting his cheek. A faint smile played on his lips, softening his usually indifferent expression.

Kyla was surprised. Could Brian have feelings for Grace? How was that possible? He was a famous entertainment industry prince, surrounded by beautiful women. Grace, in contrast, wore simple clothes, went makeup-free at work, and had calloused hands from manual labor.

Who would have thought he would be interested in her?

After Kyla finished, Brian’s attention returned to her. “You said she mentioned a prison sentence in her job application. Why did you hire her? Weren't you worried about potential trouble?”

Kyla offered a wry smile. “Perhaps because I’ve been to prison, too. I felt compassion.” Empathizing, she sensed Grace’s genuine need for work.

“Compassion…” Brian murmured thoughtfully. After a pause, he said, “All right, I’ll help. I won’t tell Martin Weiss I saw you, but I can’t guarantee no one else will.”

That was enough for Kyla.

“Thank you, Mr. Hart. Thank you…” she repeated, seemingly understanding that her compassion might have swayed the entertainment prince.

He might genuinely like Grace… However… worry clouded Kyla’s eyes. Was this good or bad for Grace? After all, she’d been a cautionary example. Having spent time with Grace, she considered her a friend, not just an employee.

Grace's fate might change with the prince's involvement, but her future happiness remained uncertain.

Around noon, Tony Cummins received a call from his landlord. Someone had entered his rented room. Alarmed, he demanded, “Who? I rented the room. How could you open it without permission?”

The landlord was furious. “You have the nerve! I rented you the room, yet you put a cinerary urn in it! Because of you, the police inspected my house and ordered renovations. I’m calling to say I need to renovate, and I’m not refunding your rent or deposit!”