The man who spoke seemed very refined, a stark contrast to the casual Colthan and the intimidating Julian. He projected an air of careless arrogance, born of privilege and status. It was a dangerous line to tread—the smallest slip-up, and he could become a fool like Yantry. But this man seemed to have a firm grip on himself.

Grace had no choice but to respond, even though she had no idea who he was. She merely offered an awkward smile. The man looked to be around six feet one inch tall. He quickly walked over and bent slightly toward her. “Grace, what are you doing at a place like this? Is it because of Yancey again?”

Simon had just returned to Druville that night, so he was still jet-lagged. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket and looked very laid-back.

Grace took two steps back. “And you are?”

Simon raised an eyebrow as amusement in his eyes turned cold. He had just spoken when Ethan called out, “Simon.” “What are you playing at this time?”

That was when Grace realized he was Simon Yule. Simon was a central figure among the elites. Three years ago, he ran away after his family forcibly arranged a marriage for him and skipped his own wedding. However, the Yule family was determined to see the marriage through, so the bride still married into the family anyway.

Now that Simon was back in Druville, he was probably about to meet his legally wedded wife, whom he was completely unfamiliar with. Grace had heard the gossip back then. Rumor had it that Simon was a notorious playboy who hated his marriage partner. He had been overseas for three years and had probably come back to finalize a divorce.

Grace managed her expression before she said calmly, “So, you’re Mr. Yule.”

Simon had already returned to Ethan’s side. He scoffed and crossed his arms. “Have you lost your mind?” It wasn’t the first time someone said that to Grace. She was a bit confused. Did she do something to Simon before she lost her memories?

Simon continued, “You used to hold your head so high when you were around us like a complete fool. You’re not trying to avoid us anymore? Aren’t you afraid that Ethan will eat you alive?” For a moment, Grace wondered if she had misheard the vaguely suggestive way he said “eat.”

She glanced at Ethan, but he was looking toward the bar. He looked incredibly unapproachable at that moment.

Simon, showing a lot of interest in Grace, asked, “Ethan, is the person you’re waiting for here? Should we go in now?”

Seated in his wheelchair, Ethan seemed almost divine. “They’re here.”

Simon was surprised as he looked around. “They’re here? Where?”

But Ethan said nothing as he maneuvered his wheelchair forward, and Simon immediately followed. Grace trailed behind them, catching Simon’s words, “You should come with me to the…”

Ethan’s wheelchair came to a sudden stop as he seemed both silent and subdued. Grace surmised they were probably talking about Simon’s sister.

Just as Grace was thinking about it, she felt the people in front of her stop. Simon suddenly asked coldly, “Grace, how long are you planning to follow us?”

Simon’s hostility wasn’t an act. Grace even suspected that Simon would have attacked her if Ethan wasn’t there. He turned around with an expression full of hatred. “I let you off this time without mocking you, but do you really think the Yule family has forgotten what you did back then?”