Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 233 Grace noticed the staff on the top floor staring at her and Yancey She was so angry that it made her skin crawl. Yancey kicked open the CEO's office door. Upon seeing the composed figure of Ethan seated in his chair, he sneered and slammed the door shut behind him, cutting off the prying eyes from outside. He released Grace's wrist roughly. "Say it, tell me, your boyfriend isn't Uncle Ethan. Who were you with last night, huh? Who made you feel so good?" Grace bit her lip in frustration, her face turning red with embarrassment. Yancey had a knack for making her feel like a fool in front of Ethan. Ethan, still engrossed in his documents, didn't bother acknowledging the argument between them. Yancey, frustrated with Ethan's indifference, stormed over and snatched the papers from his hands. "Uncle Ethan, was it you who was with Grace last night?" Grace felt a wave of discomfort as she watched his provocative stance.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan might, in an instant, pull out a gun and deal with Yancey like he had with Levi- swift and cold. 'Though Yancey was reckless, he wasn't worth dying over. Grace quickly yanked Yancey toward her, positioning herself between him and Ethan. She pleaded, "Mr. Ethan, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop him." -- -- Ethan looked at the scene in front of him. His pen stilled in his hand as he observed the protective gesture, noticing the slight wariness in her eyes.

He didn't look at her again, simply moved the documents back with a detached air. "Has your boyfriend ever seen you protect another man like this?" heasked. Grace, who had been so confident just moments ago, instantly felt guilty under his gaze. Ethan continued, signing the papers with calm deliberation. "This man, after all, is your former fiancé." Grace's resolve weakened further. But before she could react, Yancey, sensing an opportunity, spoke up with a smug grin.

"So what if Grace is siding with me? She's always had a soft spot for me. She's afraid I'll offend you, Uncle Ethan, and then she'll suffer for it. That's why she's so desperate to stop me. Seems like her boyfriend isn't you after all, huh? I thought you were sbig shot, but it looks like you've never beaten out another man." When he saw Ethan's nonchalant demeanor, Yancey was now convinced that Grace's boyfriend wasn't him. Was it srandom guy she met outside? That was even easier for him to handle. He figured he'd find out who this guy was. If he was a mere waiter, he could just throw him smoney-three million dollars should do-and have him disappear, leaving Grace to himself. 'Then he'd seize the opportunity to reclaim his spot, making Ethan envious. ---- The more he thought about it, the more optimistic he felt. Yancey now looked at Ethan with a certain smugness, almost as if seeing him in a new light. He snorted and grabbed Grace.

"Grace, let's go. I've got new evidence for the accident." Grace immediately shook his hand off. "I'm still at work." Yancey looked at Ethan, a smug grin spreading across his face. " Fine, I'll wait for you to get off work. By the way, what does your boyfriend look like? Why won't he cout with you? he too ugly? Lettell you, you should think about your future kids. If you pick an ugly man, your kids are going to be ugly too." Grace didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She just kept walking, focused on walking out of the CEO's office. Yancey was even more pleased, convinced that he'd soon be rid of her "ugly waiter" and take his place. He even started to think that Grace's choice in men had changed. She must have had her brain damaged by the car accident. Or maybe, the pain he caused her years ago had affected her so badly that, on ssubconscious level, she now believed good-looking men were unreliable.

He quickly tried to chase after her, but was stopped when he heard Ethan's voice behind him. "You'll handle the Siltham project." Yancey paused. Slitham? What kind of place was that? "Uncle Ethan, I'm not going. Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. You're probably thinking the sthing 1 am -get rid of Grace's ugly boyfriend, huh? I've always been one step ahead ---- of you, and I still will be. Even if you go to Grandpa, it won't make a difference.

I don't care about how much of the Henderson's fortune I get." As long as he didn't care about that, no one could control him. Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly, put down his pen, and replied in his usual calm tone, "No wonder she doesn't like you." Yancey winced at the remark He was indeed the most unambitious of the younger generation in the Henderson family. In the past, he had been focused on marrying Alice, and now he was trying to rise in the family through Grace.

He just couldn't get away from the of men and women. His face flushed red. For a moment, he considered focusing on his career instead. Perhaps, Grace would see him in a better light. But seeing Ethan's expression snapped him back to reality. "Even if I focus on my career, it'll only be after I've won Grace over. You're trying to havetransferred, but I'm not falling for it. Within a month, I'll have her break up with that ugly guy.

You won't have a part in it." With that, Yancey strode out. When he saw Grace working at her desk, he couldn't help but think she looked never perfect, How had he never noticed before? He must've been blind back then. He felt like a weight had been lifted after the family punishment. Now he saw things much clearly. He wanted to approach Grace, but seeing the look of distaste on her face, he realized she must have grown to dislike him.

It was better to keep investigating the car accident, gather s---- solid evidence, and then Grace would look at him with those bright, admining! eyes. With that thought, Yancey felt more energized than ever. But as soon as he arrived at his destination and stopped his car, someone ambushed him, throwing a sack over his head. Before he could react, a series of blows began to rain down on him.

The attackers were fast and vicious, and while they didn't intend to kill him, the beating was enough to leave beating was him unable to get out of bed for awhile. His back, already injured from the previous whipping, split open again, and he lost consciousness.