At precisely 7:00 pm, Grace arrived at the entrance of the charity g with an invitation in hand.


    As she stepped out of the car, she noticed Jodie, who was dressed to the nines.


    Jodie didn''t expect to run into Grace here, as she thought Grace wouldn''t have an invitation.


    Grace didn''t greet her. She handed her invitation to a staff member and walked inside with poise.


    She was wearing a more understated look tonight-a ck sequin skirt with a mermaid silhouette paired with a silk blouse that cinched at her waist.


    Jodie stood still for a moment. Instead of storming off to cause Grace trouble, she called Yancey.


    "Are you sure you don''t want toe, Yancey? I just saw Grace at the g," she said.


    Something unreadable flickered in Yancey''s gaze before a small smile tugged at his lips.


    "I''m on my way. Jodie, leave her alone."


    It seemed like every man on earth was under Grace''s spell, and that was what Jodie hated the most.


    She smiled insincerely. "Of course."


    After hanging up the call, her gaze turned icy as she looked toward where Grace


    had gone. Then, she called her bodyguard.


    Tonight, she would make sure Grace was utterly humiliated.


    It was a picture-perfect g-shing lights, clinking sses, and scents of perfume in the air.


    Grace couldn''t recall ever being in a ce quite like this.


    Several familiar faces spotted her, exchanging knowing nces before whispering behind their sses.


    The story wasmon knowledge in their social circle-Grace, thedy who had spent years hopelessly devoted to Yancey, had finally won him, only to leave him for an unknown waiter.


    Grace was scanning the crowd for her target of the evening when a woman she didn''t recognize walked up to her with a ss in her hand. She eyed Grace disdainfully, then let out a scoff.


    "Grace Lambert?"


    Grace frowned. She had no idea who this was.


    The woman seemed to take offense at that. She drew a sharp breath and remarked, "So it''s true, huh? You dumped Yancey, and now you think you''re above everyone else?"


    Grace mentally rifled through the woman''s face, and it suddenly came back to her-she had seen this woman in some old industry. background reports. She was from the Yule family, wasn''t she?


    The Yules had never forgiven her for what happened to Eleanor all those years


    ago, so a jab in public wasn''t exactly a surprise.


    Daphne raised her ss and hurled the wine straight at Grace.


    However, Grace had seen iting. She sidestepped in time just as Jodie was stepping through the door behind her.


    Atst, the wine hit Jodie instead.


    And just like that, everyone''s attention snapped toward the scene.


    Daphne was stunned. "Jodie, are you alright?"


    So they were good friends-no wonder Daphne hade at Grace. Clearly, it was Jodie who had sent her.


    Jodie shook her head lightly, her gaze fixed on Grace with undisguised contempt.


    Grace smirked and turned to walk away, ready to get back to her actual objective.


    Just then, Jodie spoke. "There''s


    more


    brother''s story


    your!


    you think. You''re missing somet


    important-you haven''t found them


    yet."


    Grace froze and turned to look at Jodie.


    Jodie arched a brow, lips tugging into a sly smile.


    "There''s no way you''ll guess who it is. If you want to know,e upstairs with me."


    Graceughed. "Do I look that naive to you, Ms. Henderson?"


    Upstairs? When there was obviously a setup? She would have to be out of her mind.


    Jodie gave a short, coldugh. "Whatever. I''m going to change, so suit yourself."