Chapter 163 A Trap Within the Trap
If Eliza hadn’t mentioned it, Grace never would’ve guessed she had a ce out here too.
<i>So </i>it’s <i>true</i>… what <i>that </i><i>person </i>said. <i>Eliza </i><i>really </i><i>is </i><i>rich</i>.
“Get inside!”
Grace shoved her roughly through the door.
When the lights came on, Grace’s eyes lit up. There were boxes piled around the small room, clearlybeled with item codes. Many were medical supplies.
In a time when the flu was rampant, these medications were as good as gold.
Grace was practically salivating as she stared at the boxes.
Eliza took the opportunity. “Madam Grace, I know… everything you’re doing is for Zayden. You want mypany for the Holt family. I get it. I’m not ming you.”
Grace snapped out of her greedy trance.
“Don’t think saying a few nice words is gonna save you,” she warned. “Eliza, if you try anything-”
“Ma’am, you’ve already dragged me all the way out here. What can I even pull now?” Eliza replied calmly. “Actually… if you want to talk about cooperating, I wouldn’t even say no. No need for all this violence.”
“Cut the crap! Where’s the safe?”
Grace jabbed her forward again.
The house was small. Eliza didn’t have much room left to stall.
“It’s under my bed,” she said. “But you won’t manage alone. Untie me–I’ll help lift the mattress. And you’ll need my fingerprint to open the safe anyway.”
“You think I’m stupid? Dragging you here, untying you–no way. Not until I see the safe.”
Grace shoved her toward the back rooms. There were two doors.
“Which one?”
“Left,” Eliza answered without hesitation.
<b>Grace </b>swung the door open.
The room was messy, full of clutter. No safe in sight.
“It’s hidden,” Eliza exined. “You can’t just leave something like that out in the open, right?”
“Hmph. Clever girl, aren’t you.”
Chapter 163 A Trap Within the Trap
Grace tossed her baton aside and started clearing the mattress<b>. </b>There were pillows and nkets to move, which she angrily flung to the floor before yanking up the mattress.
“Be careful with that,” Eliza said lightly. “That bed was expensive.”
“Shut up!”
To Eliza’s surprise, Grace was strong. She easily flipped the mattress.
But beneath it–nothing. The floor waspletely bare,
Grace’s expression darkened instantly. “You lied to’me!”
She reached for the stun baton–only to find it now in Eliza’s hand.
“You-!”
“Sorry, Madam Grace. But your knots were pathetic.”
Eliza held a shard of ss in her other hand–one she had secretly picked up back on the beach. She had spent the entire car ride carefully sawing through the rope binding her wrists.
She’d finally shaken free just moments ago.
“You lying brat!” Grace lunged at her in a panic.
Eliza dodged easily.
But then Grace grabbed something else–a small knife she had hidden earlier.
The moment Eliza saw the de, her eyes went cold.
<b><i>So </i></b><i>she </i><i>really </i><i>never </i><i>intended </i><i>to </i><i>let </i><i>me </i><i>walk </i><i>out </i><i>alive</i>.
<i>The </i><i>cruelest </i><i>heart </i><i>is </i><i>still </i><i>a </i><i>woman’s</i><i>. </i>
Eliza kept dodging, but Grace was fast. More than once, the de came dangerously close to cutting her.
Just as Eliza stepped back-
<i>BANG</i><i>! </i>
The door burst open.
Eliza staggered into a firm chest–Nn’s.
He caught her in one arm and, without hesitation, kicked Grace’s wrist. Hard.
Grace cried out, and the knife ttered to the floor.
Guards rushed in, surrounding them.
“Take her away,” Nn ordered coldly.
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Grace froze.
Finished
But within seconds, she bolted–scrambling to her feet and managing to push past the guards and out the
door.
Eliza, drained from the struggle and the long tension, slumped into Nn’s arms.
“Get her back. I still have questions.”
She needed to know how Grace had found out about her business, her money—everything.
“I will.”
Nn nodded. But his gaze was fixed on her injured arm, eyes darkening.
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