Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Such resistance is futile.

With a click, Irene threw half of the sharp water-based pen to the ground. She explained her behavior clearly and shamelessly,

"The act of stopping an unlawful infringement against a person who is committing an unlawful infringement is called legitimate defense."

Grace glanced at her, twitched her muscles and smiled coldly,

"So, what medicine are you going to give me this time?"

There is also a blue retention needle on the right hand, and cyan, raised blood vessels can be faintly seen on the too pale skin.

"You are just sick. Is there anything wrong with prescribing medicine when you are sick? Get treatment."

Erin stretched out her hand as if to soothe an agitated pet, wanting to smooth out the hair beside Grace's ears, and put it close to Grace's ears.

"Is your anger useful? How did I teach you."

"Do not touch me."

Grace tilted her head in disgust, not making any eye contact with Erin.

"What other tricks do you want to play?"

"Why are you still entangled in those things that have passed?" Irene withdrew her hand without any surprise, she said softly, "I am doing it for your own good, why don't you understand?"

"Do you want to be ashamed?!"

Grace, who was buried in the pillow, couldn't help but draw out her voice.

She sat upright on the bed angrily, her chest heaving violently, her slender fingers tightly grasping the pure white sheets, and she shouted loudly,

“Inspection committee audits require fifteen days’ notice in advance, and only a few people know about the visit list.

The people from the Supervisory Committee arrived in the morning, and in the afternoon the police went straight to the 37th floor!You didn't even go through the basic subpoena process. If you didn't send someone to report, who could it be?

Aren’t you aware of your dirty tricks?Do you think of me as a confused love brain? "

Erin's eyebrows beat. She suppressed her emotions and folded her hands, her index finger tapping her left upper arm gently to endure Grace's anger.

She waited for Grace to vent all her anger before she said as if she was a reasonable guest:

"In business, how did you get to that position? Do you still need me to explain this truth? We are the same people."

"Are you going to be inspected by the Inspection and Supervisory Committee because of what you did?"

No matter how much she could endure and control her emotions, she could never let go of the betrayal of the person she trusted the most.

Grace was so angry that the veins on her neck bulged. She glared at Irene, the fire in her eyes almost turning into substance.

"What about you? -! Are you very clean? What qualifications do you have for a rat in the gutter? How did you boil frogs in warm water for acquisition? How did you empty their pockets of money? Do you think I don't Know?"

"Pretend that I do everything for your good, then put all the money, love, and things you want in your pocket as if imprisoned, and finally say the most high-sounding words to try to restore everything. Get to the right track you want, so that you can pretend that nothing happened? How is that possible!?

I want to be a gentleman without dirt but want everything. How can there be such a good thing in the world? "

Grace's voice became louder and louder. Even though months had passed, the hidden resentment and unwillingness were still bloody wounds in her heart.

Anyone with an independent personality and self-esteem would find it unbearable to be imprisoned in a ward by his lover.

It can even be said that it is the salvation that once pulled me out of the trough and helped me through the most difficult years.

The trust in people that Grace had finally gathered was almost shattered.

Erin faced the accusation without any guilt and sat down next to the hospital bed.

Grace moved her body very obviously to the left, as if she had touched something dirty and dirty.

Eileen noticed her thoughts but still said calmly,

"The message from above has been conveyed. Some things cannot be washed clean. If you don't go to prison for a round, how can you survive?

Stay for a few days, resist, and all the problems will be solved, and - I will fish you out in less than half a month.

It was just like your usual business trip between factories, just staying in a slightly uncomfortable place for a few days.

Besides, the prison environment is not very bad, is it? "

The words were serious and thoughtful, as if she was the victim.

The expression on Grace's face froze.

Is it your own fault?No, no, it’s just because the iron fist of politics has come down and someone needs to take the lead.And Erin chose herself.

I might be able to remain indifferent to everything and remain calm, but at this moment all my determination is like glass that has been completely shattered after being struck by a hammer.

Totally broken.

"Eileen!"

Her chest was heaving violently due to her rapid breathing. Grace clenched her fists tightly, and her nails turned white because of her excessive force. Her originally crisp voice became hoarse and shrill.

"Do you really treat me like a vase with an empty head? When all this happened, you even discussed it with me...? Will it hurt if the gecko's tail is cut off?"

Her eyes were flickering and dazed, as if she was caught in a long memory of the past, but this emotion was soon erased with a contemptuous smile.

"Ha...forget it, don't you feel disgusted when you say these hypocritical things now? Don't disgust me."

Eileen was unmoved. She lifted her skirt gracefully and stood up, then looked down at Grace in a doting and controlling manner.

"I said...Grace..."

But this time she chose to put her rosy palms on Grace's pale cheek, and with a subtle smile like a true lover, she whispered softly,

"You're still the same as before. How come you can't even criticize someone to get to the point of pain? You're so cute and stubborn..."

Erin is always on the winning side, enjoying the benefits she doesn't deserve, so she can always take her time.

This is irritation, this is provocation, this is the attitude of enjoying everything but still being arrogant.

But Grace was different. The flames of anger swept through almost all the minds.

She knew that Irene was irritating her, but she couldn't help but dive into it, manic like a wild beast charging around.

"Get out! Get out!"

At the same time, there was a clanging sound of metal, and the imprisoned caged beast began to beat the iron door desperately.

The slender wrists were so compressed that they turned black, with only the pillow on the bed as the only weapon of resistance.

Grace used her hands and feet to swing her head to get out of Erin's control, and used all her strength to smash the headrest against her.

"Now! Get out of here! Die outside, get hit by a car and die!"

The hoarse voice is a roar of despair.

But it was of no use to Irene, who said not a word.

Click-click, the red high-heeled shoes were casually thrown onto the smooth porcelain ground.

Erin easily rolled onto the hospital bed. She effortlessly clamped her legs that were cuffed at the ankles, and sat on top of her body that was constantly rising and falling like a bowstring with a victorious posture.

She roughly pinched Grace's chin, but was met with fierce resistance.

Although Grace's limbs are restrained, she still has fangs that can bite back at any time. If she is not careful, she will be bitten hard.

One hand pressed his shoulders, another hand covered his pale lips, and his knees were restrained and imprisoned. A person was subdued very easily.

The palm of Erin's hand covering her lips was still moist and warm, which must have been the saliva flowing out uncontrollably during the struggle.

There was a fierce clanging sound, accompanied by Grace's slight gasping and red, stubborn and unyielding eyes...

"Shh... calm down." Erin said softly.

Grace's body bounced for a while like a drowning fish, unable to escape Eileen's control.

"really obedient."

At this point, Irene forcibly covered Grace's lips, kissed her forehead with satisfaction, and confessed with the utmost tenderness,

"Grace...you are still my favorite..."

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I recommend this book, Orange. If you are interested, you can check it out.

Probably the world will also have bugs.

Representative Qianming, the famous triple-crown horse girl in history, accidentally found a memory from another world and knew the general trend of the future.

The bubble economy is about to come, the Japan Cup that was founded has been filled with hatred for many years, and the career of the loser who suffered from the emperor has no glory...

These regrets will be made up for with these powerful feet, full of passion, and freedom of chasing the wind.

More than that, every page of horse racing history in the next 40 years will push this body forward.

The tyrant who dominates the world and acts as he pleases - the golden master.

Nose pressure wins, the undefeated overlord of the century - good opera.

A hero who won three crowns and impacted the world - a big shock.

These figures and these wills all turned into wings, allowing her to gallop and fly.

However, there is a price for power, and the similar silhouette and confused murmur are the answer.

153.What happened to playing with the cat?

The dusty memories rehearsed in her brain, Grace opened her eyes in a daze, and finally woke up from the gray fog-like dream.

What catches the eye is an exquisite chandelier with branches spread like a tung tree and glowing with bright yellow light.

My body doesn't feel uncomfortable like a hangover, but I feel a little light.

"woke up?"

A slightly concerned mature female voice sounded in my ears.

Grace, who suddenly realized her current situation, raised her body from the sofa alertly.

She held her dress and looked at the person in front of her with a frown.

The scarlet wine was gently swaying in the goblet. Doris was lazily leaning on the sofa, her crossed legs showing off the sexy and perfect curves of her buttocks.

She half-smiled but took a sip of wine and sighed,

"Children are children, and they will get drunk after just one glass of wine..."

This is an attitude of looking down on oneself from a more mature mentality.

Grace was quite aware of her drinking capacity and had drank with Miss Doris.

She was certain and certain that Doris had done some things to herself that she didn't know she had done, but it was embarrassing for a smart person to tell her the truth.

For this reason, Grace glanced down at her dress again, and after making sure that there were no traces of being flipped, she nodded and said,

"Sorry, I'm being rude."

Doris shook her head, as if she had read Grace's thoughts.

She gently placed the goblet in her right hand on the table, leaned over and picked up a notebook from the round table, unfolded it, and pushed it in front of Grace.

"see this."

Grace lowered her eyes and saw that it was a sketch of a portrait...?

On the pure white paper, black graphite was used to draw a scene of herself sleeping. The girl in the painting tilted her head slightly and slept quietly with her eyes closed.

The light and shadow are distinct and the lines are clean and neat, showing his painting skills.

"satisfied?"

After Grace had watched carefully for a long time, Doris asked with a smile, as if expecting a compliment.

All in all, Grace will respond politely to other people's kindness when there is no interest entanglement.

Grace nodded, "It looks great, thank you."

Although she didn’t know what Doris was thinking... Grace decided to get straight to the point.

The time displayed on the ticking gilt wall clock is four o'clock in the afternoon, and the engagement banquet usually starts at 07:30 in the evening.

Grace adjusted her collar for a moment, then cleared her throat.

"I will find a suitable workshop within three days. When your new opera opens next month, I will send you a magic drink."

"Um……"