In the Lap of Luxury

Hazel glared at the lady. "How dare you have your eyes on Mr. Fulton?"

"I didn't mean that. Everyone says Mr. Fulton is cool and poised. I just want to see it for myself. I would never dare to covet Mr. Fulton in front of you, Ms. Yale." The lady's words were filled with hidden meaning. She was trying to please Hazel.

Xander avoided women and had no scandals. If there were any rumors, they were about his closest secretary, Hazel.

They said that the reason Xander maintained a clean image was because he already had Hazel.

Xander ignored these rumors. But over time, it became the unspoken truth among those people.

"Don't talk nonsense," Hazel scolded, but she didn't directly deny it. "If the higher-ups find out, they'll skin you alive."

Curiously, the lady grabbed Hazel's arm. "Ms. Yale, what type of woman does Mr. Fulton prefer?"

Hazel squinted her eyes, involuntarily recalling Grace-proud and beautiful.

"That's not something you should be asking."

On the other hand, Grace hurriedly ran out of the villa. It was winter in Pamore, so she had to wear a coat almost every day.

But in Frenda, the climate was mild. So, she had worn a white dress. As she ran, she looked like a butterfly in spring.

From the second floor, Victor scolded angrily, "Grace! You just got home, and you're running out already? Aaron and Grandpa aren't back yet!"

They had suddenly returned to Frenda, shocking the butler. He had informed them that Aaron had just gone to the hospital with Harold for a check-up. Standing in the yard, Grace looked up at Victor. "They'll only be back at night! I can go out for a while!"

"Are you that eager to see him? Aren't you tired?"

Victor could tell what was on her mind, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Victor, you'll understand this feeling once you find your love. By then, you definitely won't scold me!" Grace said, smiling.

Then, she waved, ran out of the yard, and got into a flamboyant red sports car.

She headed straight for Fulton Group.

Grace didn't inform Xander about her return to Frenda, as she wanted to give him a surprise.

Peter, who was driving, felt guilty. "Ms. Lewis, Mr. Fulton might not be happy if you keep this from him."

Not only was she keeping it from him, but she had also asked Peter to keep it secret.

Not long ago, Xander had called and asked what Grace was doing. Peter had almost given the secret away and could only say she was sleeping.

"A surprise is only a surprise if it's unexpected."

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Grace hurried inside. "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Fulton."

The receptionist glanced at her, feeling a sense of familiarity. "You are... Do you have an appointment?" "An appointment? I don't think so."

Grace wanted to surprise Xander and didn't want to reveal her name.

As she was facing a dilemma, Peter stepped forward. "Tell Hazel that Peter is here."

The receptionist immediately

understood and made a call. "Ms Yale, someone named Peter is here looking for you. Should I let him come up?"

Hazel said something, and the receptionist handed Peter the phone. Hazel's voice came through.

"Peter, is it urgent? Mr. Fulton and I are with a client outside and won't be back for a while." Grace quickly shook her head.

Peter answered, "It's not urgent. Where are you? I can come over and report in person." Since Peter was someone Xander trusted, Hazel let her guard down. "Fortress." Fortress Club catered to the wealthy, with dealings worth millions or even tens of millions of dollars. Outside Fortress Club, Peter asked, "Hazel sent me the room number. Are you going in, Ms. Lewis?"