In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 623 Reopening

"That's not what I meant. I just suddenly thought that Aunt Hestia and Uncle Raymond would be upset if they knew that you got injured because of me."

Grace felt guilty.

"It's just a minor injury."

"For parents, there's no such thing as a minor injury. They would feel sorry for you."

After Grace said that, Xander was momentarily lost in thought.

In the early years, when Hestia and Raymond were divorced, it seemed no different from before for outsiders.

But only he knew that Raymond had to leave often to visit Priscilla and Jake.

No matter if they were close or not, Jake was still his biological son, and Raymond was not a heartless person.

After growing up, Xander occasionally saw Priscilla—the woman who had destroyed his complete family.

Yet, he still had to respectfully address her as Aunt Priscilla.

If Raymond had felt sorry for Xander, he wouldn't have put him in this situation.

"What's on your mind?" Grace smoothed his furrowed brow.

Xander came back to his senses.

"It's nothing. I'll probably leave in three days."

Grace couldn't help but hold him tighter, feeling a bit teary-eyed. "So soon?"

"You seemed very magnanimous just now."

Grace blushed at his words. "I don't want you to leave. I'll miss you."

She hadn't expected that her relationship, after so many years, would be a long-distance one.

They said long-distance was challenging, and she was starting to feel it.

"I'll stay with you after this," Xander promised.

However, Grace didn't take it to heart. Considering the scale of Fulton Group, it couldn't function without him. "I can visit you often."

Seeing the lovebirds being lovey-dovey, Luke withdrew sensibly.

The next morning, Peter came to report.

"Quentin's information was accurate. We've found Ryan. The casino's debt collector went after him, and he lost a hand."

Hearing that, Grace was terrified. She turned around to straighten her collar.

She loved to sleep. When Xander woke her this morning, she stayed in bed and refused to move.

Helpless, he tickled her waist, making her burst into laughter. They fooled around and tumbled on the soft bed. Except for the last step, they did everything they could.

The scar on her neck was completely covered by a hickey.

Xander put on his windbreaker. "Where is he?"

"In our custody. His confession is almost the same as Samuel's testimony. Both claim to have been instigated by Jessica.

"He provided a few places where Jessica might be. We looked, but she's not there."

"What about Quentin's son?"

"Luckily, after Ryan disappeared, his men also ran away. Quentin's son was barely alive. When he was brought to Yeager Residence, Quentin almost fainted."

When Grace finished getting ready and turned around, Xander just happened to say, "Now that it's clear, send him to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

The reopening ceremony of Blossoms Teahouse was grand, with many high-end cars parked outside.

Grace got out of the car, and Xander, carrying a gift, followed.

When they reached the entrance, Grace handed over the invitation. "Hi, is Mr. Griffin here?"

"Yes, but he's very busy today. If it's a gift, you can leave it with me, and I'll register it."

After some thought, Grace felt it wasn't appropriate to do so. "Tell him that I'd like to personally give him this gift."

The person opened the invitation and took a quick look before closing it.

"Oh, Ms. Lewis. Mr. Griffin instructed me to reserve a private room for you. Follow me."

Hearing this, Xander squinted his eyes.

The teahouse was so nicely renovated that no signs of the previous fire remained. The private room was elegant, and though the tea set wasn't expensive, it was tasteful. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Xander opened the window. "The owner is not only aesthetic but also quite well-connected."