Grace moved with stunning speed. Very quickly, she'd dragged Grey to the loan office.
The moment fifteen million hit his account, Grey finally exhaled properly.
"We should drink tonight—celebrate your company's bright future," Grace declared, radiating confidence. "I backed the right horse."
Grey wrapped her in his arms, emotion roughening his voice. "Grace, you'll never regret betting on me. I swear it."
His mind burned with determination—he'd show everyone he didn't need Evelin's help, that building a business and going public was pure talent.
Grace's lips curved upward. The fifteen million solved two problems: shutting up that pest Nash and rescuing Grey's company from its cash crunch.
Back at the villa, Grace grabbed expensive red wine for their celebration.
A few drinks in, Grey swayed dangerously, slurring his words. "Grace, everyone who dismissed me will watch me soar without Evelin!"
