Chapter 462

The location was an ordinary, somewhat remote apartment in a chaotic area.

Sidney casually remarked, “It’s not safe for a girl like you to live here, is it?”

Grelle smiled and explained, “It’s fine. I live with a few other actresses from my company. I’m currently an intern at Ascendant Entertainment, a veteran entertainment company with many artists; they're constantly recruiting new ones.” Her beauty made it easy for her to succeed in the entertainment industry.

Coincidentally, Ascendant Entertainment was one of Richard’s companies. Sidney raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.

Grelle, oblivious, smiled. “I’m just an intern now. The company doesn't value me much, but I believe I'll definitely become famous!”

“Good luck,” Sidney said, waving to summon his subordinates.

John entered. “Mr. Hampton is awake! Thanks to this young lady’s medicine. John, take her home.”

John, initially disgusted by Grelle, was now ecstatic. “Really? Yes,” he said, gesturing for her to follow.

“This way, please,” he added.

“Thank you, John,” Grelle replied, nodding with a smile.

As they left, Grelle glanced unintentionally towards the second floor of Royal Bay, but the glass reflected too much light to see anything. She lowered her eyes, concealing her disappointment. She hadn't seen Richard, a far cry from her expectations. Still, she had gained a foothold; everyone at Royal Bay owed her a favor. Even John, who had ignored her at Melvor Mountain, was now entirely different. She would have another chance to win Richard's heart. She offered an innocent smile as John opened the car door.

Just as she was about to enter, a black Maybach sped up and braked at Royal Bay’s entrance. The driver was June. She'd rushed over as quickly as possible, but someone had beaten her.

June frowned, but before she could assess Tiffany’s expression, Tiffany exited the car.

Seeing Tiffany, Grelle exclaimed in surprise, then widened her innocent eyes and cried happily, “Tiffany! Long time no see! But… what happened to your face?” The wound was too obvious to conceal, especially coupled with her haggard appearance from more than twenty hours without rest.

Tiffany, equally surprised, didn’t speak, but anxiously asked John, “How’s Richard? I brought…”

John coldly interrupted, “I’m afraid your efforts are wasted. Mr. Hampton has recovered. He’s awake and fine. Were you here for a joke, or to upset him?”

Tiffany’s expression changed. Richard is fine! she thought. But Felix tampered with the knife. The powder wasn’t poison; it was far more potent. Ordinary people couldn't cure it. Is John lying?

Worried he was angry, she said, “Are you sure? I have medicine that can…”

Grelle interjected, beaming innocently, “It was me! I went to Melvor Mountain and found a local doctor with incredible skills. I described Mr. Hampton’s symptoms, and his medicine worked!”

It was Grelle… Tiffany thought, lowering her eyes. The glass bottle in her hand was damp with sweat from her nervous journey. Her worry, anxiety, and prayers had been for naught. Her injuries mocked her foolishness and wasted efforts.

Smiling faintly, she turned. “Sorry to bother you,” she said, returning to her car.

June looked concerned. “Miss…”

“Let’s go, June. Don’t let them laugh at us,” Tiffany replied. The Maybach sped away.

At Royal Bay’s door, John watched Tiffany leave with a frown.

Grelle, seemingly sensing something, remarked, “Tiffany is cruel. Mr. Hampton is so good to her! Fortunately, he’s fine…”

John’s expression darkened immediately.

Grelle’s eyes flickered. She tried to explain, “I-I didn’t mean…” She looked innocent and scared.

John remained stern. “That’s good. Get in the car.”

Grelle got in, aggrieved.

The car sped away. John remained silent, dropping Grelle off at her apartment without a word.

Watching the car drive away, Grelle felt angry and frustrated. She’d only spoken objectively and fairly, yet John was so protective of Tiffany. Shouldn’t he hate her? she wondered, stamping her foot in anger at herself or him.

As she turned to enter her apartment, she bumped into fellow interns. They’d seen her emerge from the luxury car and surrounded her, asking, “Grelle, who was that? Your boyfriend? Why haven’t you mentioned him?”