“Your Mom really likes Alia, huh!” The atmosphere in the penthouse was tense as Grace stepped inside, shedding her coat.
“She mentored her during her time in our company, I had no idea that she was that close with her.” Her gaze lingered on Grayson, who, in a brisk and business-like tone, responded, still in the process of changing, responded quickly. Grace frowned looking at him.
“Does she know?” As Grace probed further, questioning whether Grayson's mother was aware of Alia's past involvement with Grayson, the tension in the room escalated. Grayson, lacking his usual warmth, confronted Grace with a blunt assertion that caught her off guard.
“No,” he whispered. “It wasn’t even supposed to happen, Charlotte was the only one who knew from my family.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think she got the me
