Grace wasn’t sure how she felt at that moment.
There was a sense of “I knew it,” but more prominently, there was a dull pain in her heart.
She absently pressed her hand against her chest, her throat constricting, and when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
“Grace? Can you hear me?” Tristan’s voice crackled through the phone.
Snapping back to reality, she struggled to regain her voice. “Yeah, I hear you. I’m not surprised.”
After all, how could a powerful mafia boss like Vincent Fisk be interested in someone as ordinary as her?
It turned out she was merely a replacement.
That made sense
“Do I look a lot like his deceased fiancée?” she asked.
Tristan hesitated before responding.
After a few seconds of silence, he said, “There’s some resemblance.”
“Looks like Vincent won’t gi
