Chapter 127: Chapter 125: Hurry Back for a Good ’Exchange’ (Part 5)
"What kind of veil was she wearing?" Charlotte Young didn’t notice how nervous he was after asking that question.
"A pink veil and a white cloak."
Quentin Grant’s eyes filled with tears. He turned and strode quickly outside.
Charlotte Young quickly threw on her clothes and chased after him, but by the time she got outside, Quentin Grant was long gone.
Ruby had just woken up when she saw Quentin Grant walk in. She was a bit incredulous. "Young Master Grant, you’re... here for something?"
Quentin Grant asked anxiously, "Ruby, the pianist you brought over last night—was she wearing a white cloak and a pink veil?"
Ruby nodded. "Yes, she was."
His eyes lit up. "When did she leave?"
"I’m not too sure about that. After she left your room, I paid her and didn’t pay attention to where she went. Why? Young Master Grant, did you lose something?" As Ruby considered this, she grew uneasy. ’My luck can’t be this bad, can it?’
Quentin Grant decided to go along with it. "She looks a lot like an old acquaintance of mine. Would it be possible for me to see the surveillance footage? I just need to see the camera covering the entrance to my room and the timestamp."
Ruby smiled brightly. "Since you’re asking, Young Master Grant, of course. No problem at all. Please, follow me."
Quentin Grant nodded and followed her. As they walked, he asked, "Where did you find a pianist like her?"
Ruby replied, "There’s no need to hide anything from you, Young Master Grant. To be honest, our regular pianist wasn’t available. I happened to be in the hallway and saw her. She had such a refined air about her, so I asked if she could play the piano. She said she knew a little, so I told her if she helped me out with one song, the price was negotiable. And she agreed."
Quentin Grant could barely suppress his excitement. He felt like this was the longest walk of his life.
He was tense as Ruby started searching for the surveillance footage from that time slot last night.
Finally, when he saw the figure on the screen, she was identical to the woman from his ’dream’.
’So, I wasn’t dreaming after all.’
’Two nights in a row... was it intentional, or does she want to watch me from the shadows?’
Seeing it with his own eyes, Quentin Grant actually felt less nervous. To him, this news was beyond compare.
He walked out of Quivering Lips, looked back at the sign, and broke into a wide, dazzling smile.
Standing there, he personally called all his friends who knew the situation, telling them they absolutely had to gather at their old spot at Quivering Lips that evening.
Ethan Ellsworth had originally planned to return in two days, but after receiving the call and hearing Quentin’s non-negotiable tone, he immediately finished filming several scenes in one go that day. Without even a break, he rushed to catch a flight back with Chloe Marshall and his agent.
"It’s been a long time since I’ve heard Young Master Grant sound this happy. Could he have found a new love so quickly?" Ethan Ellsworth was a bit skeptical. "He’s not that kind of person. So what could this major event be?"
Chloe Marshall, sitting beside him, said, "Boss Ellsworth, you’ve muttered about this several times already. Since Young Master Grant told us to come back without a moment’s delay, it must be something important. He wouldn’t be this urgent otherwise."
"That’s true. We’ll find out when we get back."
Quentin Grant specifically arranged for Men in Black in plain clothes to watch the entrance of Quivering Lips. He also planted informants inside. He spent the entire day in his office, looking restless.
Naturally, he had completely forgotten about Charlotte Young.
Charlotte Young had successfully become Quentin Grant’s secretary, so naturally, it was easy for her to see him.
After hesitating outside his office, she used the excuse of bringing him coffee to go inside and ask about the woman who had hit her at the bar.
Quentin Grant put down his pen, his expression completely different from before. Anyone could tell at a glance that he was in a great mood.
"I’m still investigating the woman who hit you. I’ll handle it once I have results. Take care of the injury on your face. I’ll give you the day off. Go home and get some rest."
Charlotte Young’s mood instantly settled.
"You’re so good to me, Quentin," she said shyly. ’Last night’s ordeal was worth it, after all.’
"Go home and rest for now. Come back to work tomorrow."
Quentin Grant picked up his suit jacket and put it on. "I have some personal matters to attend to."
Before she could say anything else, he walked out.
Charlotte Young thought for a moment, then left the Grant Group building and headed to the prison.
She waited in the visitation room for a while before hearing the clinking of shackles. In just a few short days, Catherine Callahan had aged several years.
Her face was haggard, and her eyes seemed to glitter faintly.
"Oh, it’s you."
Charlotte Young sat across from her. "Catherine, are you holding up in here?"
Catherine Callahan’s expression was much calmer. "I’m fine. My aunt was here yesterday. I’ll be getting out soon. Now that Nora Ainsworth is dead, as long as I get out, this whole affair will be over. Did you do what I arranged?"
Charlotte Young was startled but still said, "Of course, I took the opportunity to get close to him. I just started as his assistant. But I’m not allowed into his residence without being announced."
She was a little uneasy, and she certainly didn’t dare tell Catherine Callahan that she had taken it upon herself to drug Quentin Grant, only to end up suffering through the night herself.
"That’s fine too." Catherine Callahan’s expression softened. "Once I’m out, you won’t have to be involved anymore. I’ll give you a lot of money so you can live your own life."
Charlotte Young nodded. "Okay."
That’s what she said, but in her heart, Charlotte Young thought otherwise. She now deeply understood the meaning of the phrase ’it’s better to marry well than to work hard.’ No matter how hard she worked, it would never be as comfortable as marrying into a wealthy family.
No matter how hard she had tried before, it was never enough to cover her expenses. Now, posing as the daughter of a rich family made her feel a bit insecure.
After leaving the prison, Charlotte Young walked a long way before letting out a deep breath. She calmed herself and thought, ’If I can successfully capture Quentin Grant’s heart before Catherine gets out of prison, wouldn’t I be the final winner?’
’That way, I’d have endless money to spend without ever having to work.’
At this thought, Charlotte Young’s eyes sparkled. ’With Nora Ainsworth dead and Catherine Callahan in prison, if I take the initiative now, maybe my dream is within reach.’
As soon as Ethan Ellsworth and Chloe Marshall arrived in Alveria, they rushed to the private room at Quivering Lips. By now, the sky was gradually darkening. The moment he walked in, he saw Jean Grant, Quentin Grant, and Herman Hawthorne were all there.
"What’s going on? I rushed back as fast as I could and just got here. Haven’t even had a sip of water." He twisted open a bottle of soda on the table and took a few big gulps.
Quentin Grant pointed at the door. Chloe Marshall understood immediately and closed it.
He played a surveillance clip for everyone. They all leaned in to watch.
"Why does that figure look so familiar?"
"Nora!" Chloe Marshall’s eyes widened as she pointed at the screen. "That figure... it’s her!"
Jean Grant’s jaw dropped in astonishment. "How could it be—"
Herman Hawthorne took another, closer look and agreed, "Judging by the figure, it really is identical to her. But you can’t see her face clearly."
