My Devil Husband

"What?" Grace frowned and said hastily, "Let the security guard stop her and don't let her cause trouble."

"Grace, you murderer! Get out of here!" But it was too late. Britney pushed all the security guards away and rushed in directly into the president's office.

Seeing Grace sitting in the position of president, she suddenly took out a sharp fruit knife from her bag, pointed at Grace maliciously, and shouted loudly, "Grace, you snake-hearted woman! After killing her own sister and her own father, she still has the face to do this position now? You are disgusting!"

Looking at her emotional appearance, Doria hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade her and said, "Britney, calm down and let's have a good talk if you have anything to say."

"Don't come here, or I'll kill Grace!" Britney raised his sharp edge at Grace and gnashed his teeth. "I'm going to hate my daughter and my husband today!"

There was too much noise in the office. The staff gathered, took out their mobile phones and took pictures. They began to whisper.

Grace looked up at Britney, suddenly got up and walked towards her step by step.

She stepped back a few steps and shouted, "Grace, what are you doing? Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"

"If you really think that I killed Stella and Grayson, then you can kill me. In that case, even if the police investigate, you can still say that you are punishing the murderer." Grace smiled faintly and said clearly, "But how did Britney and Stella die and how did Grayson fall ill? You know better than I do. There are so many mobile phones filming here. If I am not the murderer in the end, then your crime will be big."

"You!" Britney stared at her with biting lips, and his hand holding the fruit knife quivered slightly.

Grace sneered, leaned closer to Britney, and continued, "Britney, let you down. Grayson is not dead. He is alive and well. Besides, he already knows your crime. Maybe when he is discharged from the hospital, he will expel you from Grace family immediately."

"By the way, he personally gave me the position of president of Grace family Group."

"What?" Britney's body shook and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

While she was shocked, Grace rushed up and grabbed the fruit knife in her hand. Then the two security guards rushed forward and held her down.

Grace smiled triumphantly, stared at her and said, "You two, send Britney back to Grace family Villa and send some bodyguards to guard her. Without my permission, she is not allowed to step out of Grace family Villa." "Yes, Ms Grace."

"Let go of me! You let go of me!"

"Grace, you bitch! Wait for me, and I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Looking at Britney being dragged away hysterically, Grace narrowed his eyes and smiled, feeling quite relieved.

She threw the fruit knife into the garbage can and looked up to Doria and said, "Doria, you have to deal with it. The video just now must not flow out."

"Yes, Ms Grace." Doria nodded gently and turned to go out.

After handling everything, Grace leaned against the office chair with a tired face and felt a little tired.

So she slowly closed her eyes and prepared to take a nap.

I didn't expect to oversleep. When she opened her eyes, it was already afternoon.

She picked up the documents on the table and looked at them for a while. The cell phone rang untimely.

The call was from Carl. She hesitated for a long time and got through.

Carl's low and pleasant voice came through the radio wave: "Grace, are you free tonight?"

"What's up?" Grace was dazed and asked, pretending to be calm.

"Let's have a meal together. I want to have a good talk with you about Alice." He said in a low voice.

Hearing Alice's name, her heart quivered slightly, but in the end, she nodded in agreement.

After that, she got up and left the company, went home to change her clothes and make up, and then came to the Glass Pavilion Western Restaurant that Carl had an appointment with.

At a glance, she saw Carl sitting by the window. He was still wearing a black suit and his hair was meticulously combed. At the moment, Mans was smoking a good cigar in an orderly way. His handsome chiseled face was somewhat lonely under the curling smoke.

Grace went up to him and sat down. He said lightly, "Go ahead, come to me tonight. What exactly do you want to say?"

He did not speak, but took out a thin case and placed it in front of her.

She looked down and saw that the case was from Alice, and it clearly said that Alice had moderate depression.

For an instant, Grace froze.

Carl vomited out a smoke ring and said in a hoarse voice: "Alice's mental state has been somewhat abnormal since Luoluo died. I didn't know until later that she was suffering from depression. Her psychologist looked for me several times and asked me to spend more time with her. Otherwise, I don't know what would happen to her alone at home."

"Is that why you have been running to Alice's house these days?" Grace bit his lip.

"Well, I came to explain it to you specially for fear of your misunderstanding." He said lightly.

"All right." Grace nodded gently, but his heart was full of bitterness. "But Carl, what are you going to do?"

"I promised Alice's psychologist that I would accompany Alice during this period of time and cooperate with the treatment so that she could recover as soon as possible." He said. "What if she can't recover all the time?" She asked, staring at him.

He was dazed, his eyes as deep as ancient wells hung down. Suddenly he took her hand gently and said clearly, "Grace, you can rest assured that I will never fail you."

"We have experienced so much, very not easy to get to today, I will never let go of your hand, will never leave you alone again. Will you give me some time?"

His voice was gentle and pleasant, and Grace's heart suddenly softened.

She bit her lip and stared at him, saying word by word, "Carl, are you really not going to leave me again?"

"Well, no." He said definitely.

"Well, I believe you." She took his hand back and a faint smile came to her lips.

"Fool, come on, eat more." He smiled gently, carefully cut the steak in front of him and placed it in front of her.

The two smiled sweetly in the bustling and bright night scene.

After the meal, Carl took Grace's hand and walked with her in the busy street.

Unfortunately, after a few steps, Carl's cell phone rang.

Seeing the name of Alice's psychologist on the screen, he frowned and picked up the phone.

The psychologist's anxious voice immediately came: "Mr. Bo, you should come to the hospital immediately. Alice committed suicide!"