Chapter 15
Grace found it ridiculous. She didn't even bother responding and moved to walk past Yancey.
But he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. "Or, are you trying to drive a wedge between me and Alice?"
Grace felt an intense itch in her palm. She really wanted to slap him right there and then.
Just then, the door of the CEO's personal elevator slid open. It was the first time she saw Ethan in his wheelchair.
He wore a dark suit, and his posture was regal even while seated. He exuded a cold presence that seemed to keep others away.
His face looked as striking as ever, so flawless it was almost unreal.
Right now, Grace and Yancey were far too close, their bodies overlapping in a way that could be easily misunderstood.
She was about to shove him away when Ethan's icy, detached voice rang out, "Henderson Group Employee Handbook, Section 98. No office romances."
A chill ran down Grace's spine—it seemed the misunderstanding was only being reinforced.
And Yancey, inst

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