Chapter 124

“This reporter seems unaware that Miss Cummins has been imprisoned before. He only knows her name and reckons he can write a tabloid article about you,” Terrence said.

Jason said coldly, “Continue to interrogate him. Release him only after you’ve got all the information you need. He mentioned seeing a social media post about this. Find out who posted it and who saw it!”

“Got it,” Terrence replied.

When Jason opened the ward door and saw Grace eating her porridge, he wondered if the reporter had stumbled upon news of their relationship.

“Was it a coincidence we were discovered last night, or… was there something else?”

Grace looked up. Jason’s face had darkened; he seemed unhappy, and she stared in amazement. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, his unhappy aura vanished. A smile broke out on his handsome face, and he resumed his usual demeanor.

“Sis, why are you staring at me?” Jason asked.

She shook her head. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

In that brief moment, Grace felt as if she didn’t recognize him. Could this be his true self? When he smiled, he looked like an angel, but it could all be an act.

Ever since Zoe discovered Jason was the man behind Grace’s injury, she’d been unlucky. This meant she couldn't get revenge on the person who broke her leg! Her social group mocked her after her hospital admission. If she didn’t recover, the mockery would continue for life.

She blamed Grace. If not for her, Zoe wouldn’t be in this state.

Although Grace and Jason were together, she’d kept it quiet. Zoe suspected Grace had done so deliberately, feigning a disadvantageous position to manipulate her, then using Jason for revenge.

The more Zoe thought about it, the angrier she became. That day, her friends booked a private room to alleviate her boredom. However, she couldn’t fully enjoy herself, having to use crutches.

Leaving the private room, she saw a group of people approaching. One of them looked familiar.

The man at the head of the group smiled, walked over, and said, “Miss Stevens, I’m surprised to see you here. Injured your leg? We should have visited…”

He continued fawning, but Zoe couldn’t place him. Finally, he said, “I’m the director of the FY Secondary Design Research Institute. We do business with the Stevens Group. I’ve seen you at your company gatherings.”

Although Zoe couldn't recall meeting him, she knew the Fangyan Design Research Institute. It was a small institute. Because of a connection between the institute's director and a Stevens Group relative, the Stevens Group sometimes gave them less important design jobs.

“Are you having a gathering? May I join you?” Zoe asked.

The director was overjoyed. “Of course! It would be wonderful to have you!”