CHAPTER 18 Dinner with Mr Russell 

　　As the confrontation heated, Grace held her ground, her determination shining through her eyes. She faced the man who dared to block the road, standing tall and unyielding. Oliver, the spoiled son of Mr Russell, had underestimated Grace's resolve and underestimated her knowledge of his reputation. She had heard tales of his insolence and entitlement from both Mr. Russell himself and the servants in the household.

　　"T-this is wrong," Grace had to admit, Oliver lived up to his reputation of having good looks. No wonder he was a womanizer. She thought 

　　"And who are you?" Oliver's blond hair glistened in the sunlight as he sneered at Grace, attempting to belittle and demean her. His good looks served as a mask for his arrogance, but Grace was not one to back down.

　　"Move your cars from the road," Grace demanded firmly, her voice carrying a tone of authority.

　　Oliver's insults followed swiftly, like venom spewing from his mouth.