CHAPTER 170

She just started her internship not long ago, and seeing such a bloody scene firsthand freaked her out.

But Rosemary seemed to be used to scenes like this, gently wiping the blood from Grace's mouth with a tissue and lightly touched her chest. "Chill out, please."

With her company, Grace's mood got a little better, but she still felt bummed about losing her stuff.

That gem flower must have taken Rose a heck of a long time to find those high–grade gems.

That new phone, though it didn't look branded, Grace knew that the operating system inside was sleek, and it must've cost a pretty penny.

And that bracelet, made of high–quality gold, must've been designed by Rose herself; she really loved it.

Who would have thought that in the end, all those things were taken away by someone who didn't leave her anything.

"Don't be sad anymore; I'll make sure they give it back."