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Tried 395

    <b>Chapter </b><b>395 </b>


    Hugo was the cop who handled her case. After they got to know each other<b>, </b>they <b>actually </b><b>got </b>along pretty well and eventually became friends. Birgitte didn’t <b>deny </b>she liked him, but trying <b>to </b><b>exin </b><b>that </b>to Grace was pointless.


    “<b>Ms. </b>Miller, let’s go,” Birgitte said, turning <b>to </b>Aubree.


    <b>The </b>painting <b>was </b>already packed <b>up</b><b>, </b>and with her business done, Birgitte had zero interest in hanging around this ce any longer<b>. </b>


    Grace’s face <b>was </b>already swelling from the <b>p</b>. She touched her check, her anger ring even hotter. Suddenly, she grabbed Birgitte. “What’s the rush? Trying to run because <b>I </b>hit a sore spot?


    “You’re not going anywhere. Unless you call Hugo right now and tell him you’re cutting all ties with him, I won’t let you go!”


    “Grace!” Birgitte frowned, her patience wearing thin.


    She was worried that if Grace lost control, she might cause a scene. Birgitte didn’t care about it, but she didn’t want Aubree to get dragged into it.


    “You have no right to interfere in my personal business<b>,</b>” Birgitte said firmly.


    Seeing that Grace <b>was </b>starting <b>to </b>go overboard and worried things might get <b>out </b>of hand, Elizabeth finally spoke up. “Ms. Miller, she’s just a kid. Is it really worth making such a big deal out of <b>this</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “Ms. Lawson, let me set the record straight. Out of the four <b>of </b>us<b>, </b>I’m <b>the </b>only one who’s neen–so if anyone here counts as a kid, it’s me,” Aubree said with a faint smile.


    The implication obvious. Aubree <b>was </b><b>the </b><b>youngest </b>in the <b>group</b>, and <b>even </b><b>she </b><b>was </b>not ying the childish card. She didn’t think Grace could <b>use </b>that <b>as </b>an <b>excuse</b><b>. </b>


    Elizabeth’s face stiffened for a second. She hadn’t <b>expected </b>Aubree <b>to </b><b>be </b>so direct.


    “Since your cousin is <b>so </b>confident about everything<b>, </b>why not just call Hugo and clear things up? Maybe then <b>she’ll </b>finally get <i>a </i>reality check,” Aubree added.


    Birgitte knew that if they didn’t find a way to <b>deal </b>with <b>Grace</b><b>, </b>there was no way they’d <b>be </b>able <b>to </b><b>leave </b>today. Without another word, she pulled out her phone. <b>“</b>I’ll <b>call </b>him.”


    For a brief moment, Grace’s <b>face </b>shed with panic<b>. </b>She knew deep down that Hugo didn’t actually like her. In fact, he was probably getting sick of her clinging to him.


    ‘If I call him now, will he think I’m being childish and end up hating me <b>even </b>more<b>?</b><b>‘ </b>she thought.


    Elizabeth shot her a reassuring nce. With her <b>presense</b><b>, </b><b>she </b><b>felt </b><b>that </b>Hugo would <b>have </b>to <b>be </b>polite for the Lawson family’s sake.


    Grace caught the meaning in that look and <b>felt </b><b>a </b>bit more confident. That’s right! Even if I’m not better than Birgitte at anything, just having the Lawson name means I’m <b>already </b><b>ahead </b>at the starting <b>line</b><b>, </b>she told <b>herself</b>.


    Grace crossed her arms and scoffed, “Go <b>ahead</b>, <b>call </b>him. Who do you think you are? Hugo’s mom and dad are both high up in the military. Do you really think someone like <b>you </b>could <b>ever </b><b>set </b>foot in their family?


    “Hugo’s just a nice guy; he only pities you. Don’t take it <b>so </b>seriously, or you’ll just end up making a fool of yourself.


    “Why not just walk away with a little dignity? No need to throw yourself at him and beg for embarrassment.”


    Birgitte didn’t even bother listening–she was already dialing <b>the </b>number.


    **


    The Moore family and the Turner family had been close for generations. The Turners were in business<b>, </b>and in this generation, Bowen’s older brother had gone into government service. When he was still alive, the Moore family often looked out for him.


    Even though he <b>was </b>gone now, the bond between the two families remained strong.


    Today, Bowen was with Enrique<b>, </b>and the two families were having a small get–together at a restaurant.


    Enrique was quite <b>a </b>bit older than Hugo’s father, but <b>Bowen </b>and <b>Hugo </b>were about <b>the </b>same age. The two of them stood under <b>the </b>porch, watching the two <b>men </b>fishing not too far away.


    <b>“</b>Enrique is in <b>great </b><b>shape</b>,” Hugomented.


    Bowen rubbed his fingers together and grinned. <b>“</b><b>Yeah</b>, <b>he’s </b>healthy. He is <b>always </bing up with new ways to keep everyone on their toes.


    “Thanks again for helping me out with that <b>case </b>in Südlichen Strandst time.”


    Hugo smiled. “Mark put in a word, <b>so </b><b>even </b>if it wasn’t me, there would’ve been plenty <b>of </b>people willing to help. Besides, Birgitte’s a good kid. I’m d I got to <b>be </b>the one to help her out.”


    Just as they were chatting, Hugo’s phone started ringing.


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