Chapter 713
‘Damn it!’
Crack!
As the sound of gla** cracking rang out, the gla** in Martin Weiss’s hand broke and pierced his hand.
Immediately, blood ran down his right hand.
He had held the gla** so hard that he broke it!
Jewel Bailey gasped. “You…”
“It’s nothing. Something came to my mind. Sorry, I lost my composure,” Martin Weiss said lightly.
His right hand was still bleeding, but he did not seem to feel
any pain.
“Today was meant to cheer you up by letting you meet Jewel Bailey, but you got angry instead,” said Jason.
“No, I’m glad i got to meet Jewel Bailey. Jason, thank you,” said
“Didn’t Martin Weiss make you angry?” he asked.
“I’m angry with Martin Weiss, not with you. I just feel aggrieved for Kyla and Nelson. Where was he when Kyla gave birth in prison? Now, he says he wants to fund Nelson’s treatment? Isn’t it funny? That’s his own child!” said Grace.
Grace choked a little as she spoke. “His child was born with hearing problems. How much had Kyla suffered, getting up early and working late so that he could get a hearing aid for
their child? Getting a hearing aid that cost 200,000 dollars
was so difficult for Kyla, but 200,000 would be nothing more
than a meal for him!”
Her eyes began to water.
Jason stroked Grace’s eyes tenderly. “Why are you about to cry all of a sudden? If you feel sorry for Kyla Corbyn and Nelson, we’ll just help them out more from now on.”
“All right.” Grace nodded. Then somewhat sheepishly, she said, “I’ll go to the washroom and fix my makeup. Just wait for me
here.”
“I’ll go with you,” he said.
“It’s alright. Just wait for me here. I’ll be quick!”
It would cause quite a stir if he waited for her outside the washroom. After all, many of the giant entrepreneurs at today’s trade fair knew him!
Grace walked in the direction of the washroom. When she was heading down a corridor, she could not help pausing in her tracks.
On one side of the corridor, a slender figure was leaning
against the wall, looking down at a small silver bracelet he
held in his hand.
It was… Brian!
Grace smiled wryly. ‘What day is it today? I seem to be stumbling into a lot of people I don’t want to see!’
As if sensing her eyes, Brian turned his head slightly and looked in her direction with his dark phoenix eyes.
Grace froze immediately. The feeling somehow reminded her of what she felt in her dreams when the little boy, whose face she could not see, turned to look at her.
‘Could they be the same person? Could he be the same person as the little boy in my dreams?’
‘If so, are my dreams really the memories I had lost?’
She stood rigidly where she was, watching him lift his foot and
walking toward her step by step…
