In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 7

Fiancée?

Her marriage to Benjamin had been kept secret from the public. Hence, everyone in the company only thought that she was his secretary.

In that case, it seemed that the “fiancée” Jason mentioned was Yvonne.

Grace had just divorced Benjamin, and now Yvonne was already here at Hawkins Group.

Not only that, but Yvonne would also stay at Hawkins Manor and sleep in her bed, enjoying Benjamin’s company.

Grace’s heart stung just thinking about it.

Nevertheless, she still thanked Jason for telling her and left the HR department.

Jason stared at her receding figure intently.

He thought even a fool could tell that Grace had feelings for Mr. Hawkins. No wonder she had been dismissed.

As he turned on his computer, he sarcastically remarked to himself, “It looks like a good show is coming up soon.”

When Grace stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, she bumped into Larry.

“Ms. Lewis, you’re here.” Larry cast a look at the luggage in her hand. He guessed that she was here for her identification card.

He pointed in the direction of the conference room and said, “I’ve handed your identification card to Mr. Hawkins.

“He’s in his third meeting of the day. Are you in a hurry? Do you need me to call him out for you?”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait for him here.” Grace sounded aloof.

“Sure. How about some coffee?”

Larry knew Benjamin had no intention of letting Grace resign.

Grace had a lot on her plate, not to mention important projects. If she were to resign, it would be difficult to immediately find someone to take over her role.

“It’s Tursmain hand-brewed coffee. I’ve just learned how to make it,” Larry added. His attitude toward her was evidently more gentle than before.

“Thanks, but no, thanks.” Since Grace was planning to sever ties with Benjamin, she didn’t want to be nice to anyone around him.

After that, Larry didn’t say anything else. He entered the conference room to give the documents to Benjamin.

Grace walked past the office area and spared a glance at the conference room.

The door was opened a crack. As expected, a lot of people were sitting around the meeting table.

Benjamin’s back was facing her. He was listening to the reports from the people on either side of him. His expression was cold, and she saw him saying something from time to time.

He was always focused during meetings.

Grace withdrew her gaze. She looked down at her soaked clothes and the luggage in her hand.

As much as she wanted to barge in, she knew it was inappropriate for her to do so.

Then, she flitted her eyes to the president’s office. Although the glass was frosted, she could still see the woman sitting on the chair.

It seemed like that was Yvonne, whom Grace had seen at the hospital.

Grace would only feel more awkward and bad if she went there now.

Hence, she put her luggage aside and went to the restroom instead. She turned on the tap and washed her face with cold water.

As she tried to calm herself down, she also wondered how to ask Benjamin for her identification card later. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Ms. Lewis, you’re late today,” said an intern who came over to wash her hands.

Grace hummed in acknowledgment and didn’t say anything more. When the intern left, she pulled out a tissue and wiped her face.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, remembering her brother saying how thin she had become when she had visited Darai the last time.

She had tried to make light of it by claiming that she was on a diet.

It seemed like the marriage had indeed caused her a lot of suffering.

Ending it was a good choice.

All of a sudden, the restroom door was pushed open again.

A slender and fair woman entered, radiating an air of grace and nobility. Her belly was slightly curved.

Grace inexplicably felt insecure at the sight of Yvonne. She immediately wiped her face dry and regained her composure. Then, she turned to leave.

“Hey,” Yvonne suddenly said.

“I heard someone calling you Ms. Lewis earlier. You must be Benjamin’s secretary, right?”

Grace froze. The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer.

Yvonne walked in front of her and shot her a gentle smile. “Benjamin’s meeting should be ending soon.

“Can you help me brew a cup of coffee and send it to his office? You should know what flavor he likes, right?”