Sarah Lacy led Grace Young into the conference room.
The two sides signed the contract without hesitation. Grace didn’t even bother looking at the pricing or the fine details—her eyes were fixed on Matthew Powell almost the entire time.
If not for Matthew, she had no idea what her fate would’ve been.
Hearing Gilbert Seehorn’s desperate wailing and pleas echoing from outside only made her even more grateful she had met Matthew.
He was the benefactor who had changed her entire life.
Outside the conference room.
Gilbert was still kneeling on the floor, unable to stand. His voice was hoarse from screaming, his eyes blood-red from crying.
Disheveled hair, twisted features, a deranged expression—he didn’t look human from any angle.
Two security guards approached him.
“Mr. Seehorn, our g
