Love in Blind (Caden and Grace)

Chapter 19 Rumors

Chapter 19 Rumors

On the second day

When Grace arrived at the Royal Club, she found something strange. Two or three people were

gathering together and talking in whispers while pointing at her.

Grace was not really bothered. Maybe it was because that she, a cleaner, was abruptly promoted to the

P. R. Department that had shocked them. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

But the thing happened in the lounge of the P. R. Department later reminded her that she had been too

naïve to think so.

"Hahaha, here comes the dog." The unexpected taunt made Grace's face bloodless. She recognized

that the one who was pointing at her and insulting her as a dog was Luna, the hostess of Room 606.

"Luna, lower your voice. We're not blind, and we can see a female dog just came in."

Luna was amused, "Oh, it's a pity that you didn't see it by yourself. When Young Master Joyce Lance

ordered her to crawl on her knees to pick up the notes, this woman, with a clown costume and a thick

make-up, simply followed the order and crawled on the ground. Young Master Joyce Lance ordered her

to wag her tail, and she also complied. Real talk, I was bug-eyed in shock."

Boom! Grace felt as if all her blood had flowed back.

She blinked her eyes in confusion. Who had turned off the light? Why did she feel it so dark in the

room?... But in the eyes of others, Grace was standing there motionlessly, with terror on her face.

But what they didn't know was that, Grace was indeed frightened by the sudden loss of her eyesight.

Although she temporarily lost her eyesight, her hearing was sharper than ever and she could hear

clearly all the teasing and taunt of those hostesses and models.

That was why, for a second, she had a though of "I wish I could die now." But at the next second,

Leona's face, which was always filled with hope for future, appeared in her mind again.

No way... How could she die now?

She should live her life for the girl who died for her.

Then she gradually saw specks of light and regained her eyesight. Like a lifeless doll which would

never get mad, Grace ignored the gossips and all kinds of wordy humiliations from the people around,

seeming not bothered to refute them.

Luna felt annoyed when seeing Grace acting like this. She stepped forward and pushed Grace, "What

are you pretending for? Don't act like a saint when you're just a bitch! I didn't see your arrogance and

dignity when you swing your hips to entertain the guests!" Luna felt that it was not enough with these

words and kicked Grace hard.

Originally, Grace's legs were problematic; so naturally, there was no way she could withstand a kick

from Luna's stiletto. Then with a loud sound, Grace stuck the ground heavily.

"Luna, you should be gentler. How could you kick her onto the ground?" One of the onlookers began to

condemn Luna. It was fine to humiliate Grace verbally, but beating her had gone too far.

Luna refuted defensively, "I didn't use too much power! How could I know that she's so weak?" As she

was speaking, she let out at Grace again, as if she was kicking a piece of trash, "Isn't it enough? Stand

up. It won't work even if you keep pretending. Even if you want to pretend to be weak to win their

sympathy, there's a prerequisite - you should have a good appearance."

Unsatisfied, Luna turned around and grinned evilly at the girls, "Oh, did I kick her onto the ground just

now? Why did I have no idea about it? Eek, didn't I kick a dog just now?"

"Hahaha... Correct. Luna is not the kind of person who would kick people. She kicked a dog just now."

"Come on, bark like a dog."

"I got a good idea. What about you crawl on the ground and wag your tail like you did in the private

room yesterday? If we are pleased, we would also reward you."

The jeers and taunts lingered in the room. Yet Grace ignored them and quietly propped herself up from

the ground.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have to work?" The door was suddenly opened. Gloria hadn't

expected that she would see such kind of a scene when she opened the door. Obviously, Grace

James, that silly girl, was bullied. Gloria was so furious that her expression tuned hard. She glared at

the girls, "Why are you gathering here? Come back to work!"

The girls in the room had been so rampant just now, but upon hearing Gloria's words, they rushed out

of the room with their heads lowered.

They all knew that Gloria was ruthless. Although they hadn't experienced it by themselves, they had

heard about it, and none of them wanted to be punished by Gloria.

"Are you stupid? They were bullying you, but why didn't you fight back?" Gloria was still angry as she

ran to Grace and helped her stand up.

Gloria just couldn't bear to see Grace being bullied. She had found out the secret of Grace's kidney,

and watched this silly woman being fooled by those dudes yet not complaining about anything or

shedding a tear. From the moment when this woman gave her stacks of notes without any reluctance,

Gloria felt that she could not help herself to show more kindness to that silly woman named "Grace

James".

It was just that... Grace resembled her past very much.

"Gloria, is there work for me?"

Gloria was stunned. When she looked at the woman before her, the anger in her heart crumbled to

dust. She heaved a sigh helplessly, "Have a good rest first. You look not good today."

"I'm good."

'Fucking good!'

Gloria nearly swore out loud.

But she indeed uttered, "There's still no work for you. How could there always work for every girl every

day?"

"All right, then I will wait here." said Grace, "Gloria, tell me as soon as there is work for me. Although I

don't have a good appearance or an S-shape figure, I'm willing to do anything no matter how dirty or

onerous it would be. I can do those that others are not willing to do to entertain our guests. I just have a

request - please don't ask me to drink alcohol." As a matter of fact, Grace had never thought of selling

her bacon. In her opinion, no one would interest at her current appearance.

"Gr... All right, it's at your will." Gloria shook her head and walked out of the P. R. Department.

She didn't plan to arrange tasks to Grace today.

But Gloria hadn't expected that...

As Grace walked out of the washroom on the third floor, she was dragged into a private room.

"Tsk, Mr. Zavier, this is Grace James. I've mentioned about her before."

It was Queena who was speaking to a middle-aged man with bulging belly on the sofa while smiling

coquettishly at him. Grace recognized that Queena was the model who was kissing passionately with

Franklin at the stairwell when she ran into them.

"Grace, come over here. Mr. Zavier said that he wanted to treat you a drink."

Grace shook her head, "I'm allergic to alcohol."

Queena suddenly pulled a long face, "Grace, how dare you to turn down Mr. Zavier? Are you despising

him?"

Grace stole a glance at Mr. Zavier and as expected, she saw his gloomy expression.

She had no choice but to explain it, "Mr. Zavier, I'm really allergic to alcohol. And I even died of it once.

What if... I drink the wine and then get allergic. I'm afraid that it will trouble you. That would be such a

shame."

Mr. Zavier was still unsatisfied with the explanation. Although he didn't Grace her to drink alcohol, he

didn't plan to let her off easily.

"Then what can you do?"

"I..."

Queena interrupted Grace, "Mr. Zavier, what about asking her to sing songs? To think singing songs

with her horse voice, that must be interesting!"

Grace voice cords were ruined when she was in jail and therefore she had a hoarse voice which was

unpleasant to ears now. Usually, she didn't like to speak; even if she had to speak, she would speak a

low voice deliberately.

"Her voice sounds awful. Will the songs pleasant to our ears?"

"Mr. Zavier~" Queena sat on Mr. Zavier's lap and began to play coquetry, "Mr. Zavier, it's easy for us to

hear melodious songs. But it's rare to hear a terrible singing. It must be very interesting. Let's have her

sing one song after another. If you don't like her singing, then we can just plug our ears."

"She already sounds horrible, so why do you want her to sing?" asked Mr. Zavier.

"It's precisely because she sounds horrible that I want to see if it would be more horrible if her voice get

hoarser." As Queena was speaking, she leaned onto Mr. Zavier's arms, "Come on, Mr. Zavier. Please...

Please..."