Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 195

Quentin gripped the contract hard. After a long moment, he called for Fiona and asked her to phone Alice.

No wonder his work computer and phone had been taken away. Alice had been planning this all along. Was she doing it for Yancey?

He rubbed his temples wearily. Both his daughters were blinded by love, and his son was a disappointment. He really thought that the Lambert family was probably finished.

When Alice received Quentin's call, anxiety washed over her. She had a feeling that her project giveaway was about to be exposed. Damn that Grace!

While driving back to the Lambert residence, she tried to think of a solution. She parked in a nearby alley and hesitated for several seconds before sending a message.

Brent, who was still at Amity Hospital, saw the message. His face lit up with excitement. "Alice wants me to help her. She needs me to take her hostage and stab her."

Paul heard this and thought he must have misheard. Did she seriously ask him to stab her? What kind of plan was that?

Contempt and a hint of madness flashed in Brent's eyes. "Who knows what she's thinking? She's the queen of drama. Someone should call Grace and ask how I should play along.

"I just want my million and a half dollars so I can disappear. I'm never coming back to this miserable place again."

Paul immediately called Grace. After hearing the news, Grace instantly saw through Alice's intentions—she was planning to play the victim.

A smile tugged at her lips. "We'll beat her at her own game."

This time, she'd make sure Quentin saw the truth.

An hour later, the Lambert residence received word that Alice had been taken hostage on her way home. The kidnapper was none other than the gambler who kept coming to their house demanding money.

Quentin had no idea what she was doing, and he had no energy to scold her. Carmen continued to mutter complaints before finally slumping onto the couch with sighs. When Grace turned on the projector, images began to appear.

Meanwhile, Brent had tied Alice up. The situation was urgent, so Alice offered a cash incentive. "If you pull this off smoothly, I'll give you 300 thousand dollars. After that, I never want to see you again."

As she spoke, a dangerous gleam crossed her eyes. Only dead men keep secrets. Once this was over, she planned to hire someone to kill Brent and eliminate any loose ends.

Having spent years in gambling dens, Brent easily saw through her intentions. He already knew how wicked she could be. "Sure. Thank you, Ms. Lambert. So how do you want me to play this?"

Alice took a deep breath. "When my family arrives, stab me in the shoulder. Don't worry, I won't press charges afterward."

She had no idea that everything happening was being projected live onto the largest wall in the Lambert residence.