Chapter 178

Her body stiffened, and she instinctively looked away, unwilling to let him see her expression.

"But have you considered that because I'm Jason, I made your old schoolmate kneel and apologize for humiliating you? With me, you needn't worry about anyone's attitude; I can easily humble those who look down on you," he said casually.

"So what? That power isn't mine."

"Why isn't it good? I'll let you wield my power. What do you think?" He leaned back in his chair, regarding her as if discussing the weather.

Grace looked at him, unable to read him. She'd thought his rejection the other day meant they were finished, that they'd have no further contact. A proud man like him wouldn't tolerate rejection, she'd assumed.

Yet, he'd appeared at her rented house and brought her here. Furthermore, he'd made Maria Martin kneel and apologize, seemingly wanting to demonstrate his influence. The arrogant Maria had shamefully apologized.

"What exactly do you want?" she asked.

His eyes drifted. "What do I want Honestly, I'm not sure. Perhaps, I just want to see her again." He'd wondered if she'd beg him again after last time. She hadn't. Even now, she hadn't.

"Speaking of which, aren't you going to beg me again for your relatives?"

She stared, her eyes widening. "If I beg you, will you get the police to release them?"

"You'll never know unless you try," he said mysteriously.

Unrest flickered across her face. Does he plan to reject me again, or will he release Uncle and the others?

Grace clenched her fists. For her grandmother, she had to try, however slim the chances.

"Then I beg you. Please release them." She resolved to humbly accept whatever humiliation he inflicted.

Unexpectedly, Jason stood, walked to her, and took her hands. He gently released her tightly clenched fingers, one by one.

"Sis, your hand is still injured. Although a few days have passed and the wound has crusted, gripping it so tightly will hurt." His gentle, melodious voice made her stiffen.

The wound on her palm she'd inflicted it to stay conscious at the Miller residence, the night he'd rescued her from despair.

"Your hands are cold. Shall I warm them for you, Sis?" he asked gently.

She watched as his large hands enveloped hers, their warmth slowly spreading.