Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Such resistance is futile.

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

"The act of stopping the unlawful infringement by the person who is currently committing the 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 a blue retention needle on the right hand, and blue, raised blood vessels can be vaguely seen on the overly pale skin.

"You are just sick. What's wrong with being sick and taking medicine? Just get treated."

Irene reached out her hand as if to soothe an agitated pet, wanting to smooth the hair around Grace's ears. She leaned close to Grace's ears,

"Is your anger useful? That's what I taught 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 dwelling on things that have already happened?" Irene withdrew her hand without any surprise. She said softly, "I am doing this for your own good. Why don't you understand?"

"Do you want to be shameless?!"

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

She sat up straight on the bed angrily, her chest heaving violently, her slender fingers tightly grasping the pure white bed sheet, and shouted loudly,

“The audit by the Board of Supervisors requires 15 days’ notice, and only a few people know the visiting list.

The people from the Supervisory Committee arrived in the morning, and in the afternoon the police came straight to the 37th floor! They didn't even go through the basic summons process. If it wasn't you who sent someone to report it, who else could it be?

Don't I know your dirty tricks? Do you think I'm a love-brained person with a muddled mind? "

Irene's eyebrows twitched. She suppressed her emotions, clasped her hands together, and tapped her left upper arm lightly with her index finger to endure Grace's anger.

She waited until Grace had vented all her anger before she said, in a reasonable way:

"Business is business. Do I need to explain how you got to that position? 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 patient she was and how hard she tried to control her emotions, she could never get over the betrayal by the person she trusted the most.

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

"What about you? - Are you clean? You are a rat in the gutter. What qualifications do you have? How did you make the acquisition by boiling frogs in warm water? How did you empty the money out of their pockets? Do you think I don't know?"

"I pretended that everything I did was for your own good, and then I put all my money, love, and things I wanted in my pockets like a prisoner, and finally said the most high-sounding words to try to make everything return to the track you wanted, so that I can pretend that nothing happened? How is it possible!?

Wanting to be a gentleman who is not tainted by filth but wanting everything, where in the world is there such a good thing?"

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

Anyone with an independent personality and self-esteem would find it difficult to tolerate being imprisoned in a ward by a lover.

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

It was almost like a devastating collapse of the trust that Grace had worked so hard to build up in people.

Irene showed no guilt in the face of the accusations and sat down beside the bed.

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

Irene noticed her thoughts but remained calm and said,

"The message from above has been passed down. Some things cannot be washed away. How can you survive if you don't go to prison for a rotation?

Wait for a few days, hold on, all your problems will be solved, and - I will get you out in less than half a month.

Just your normal business trip pivoting between plants, just spending a few days in slightly uncomfortable places.

Besides, the prison environment isn’t that bad, is it? "

She spoke with great earnestness, as if she was the victim.

The expression on Grace's face froze.

Was it my own fault? No, it wasn't. It was just that the political iron fist had come down and someone had to take the lead. And Irene chose herself.

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

Totally devastated.

"Eileen!"

Her chest rose and fell violently due to her rapid breathing. Grace clenched her fists tightly, her nails turning white from excessive force, and her originally clear voice became low and shrill.

"Do you really think I'm a useless vase? When all this happened, did you even discuss it with me...? Does it hurt when a gecko's tail is cut off?"

Her eyes flickered and were trance-like, as if she was lost in long-lost memories, but this emotion was quickly wiped out in a scornful laugh.

"Heh... forget it. Don't you feel disgusted when you say these hypocritical things? Stop disgusting me."

Irene remained unmoved, she gracefully lifted her skirt and stood up, then looked down at Grace with an attitude of doting and control.

"I said... Grace..."

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

"You're still the same as before. How come even scolding me doesn't hit the pain point? You're so stubborn in a cute way..."

Irene is always on the winning side, she enjoys undeserved benefits, so she is always calm and composed.

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, as frantic as a wild animal rushing around.

"Get out! Get out!"

At the same time, there was a clanging sound of metal colliding, and the imprisoned beast in the cage began to bang on the iron door desperately.

Her slender wrists were pressed until they turned black, and the pillow on the bed was her only weapon of resistance.

Grace used her hands and feet, swung her head to try to break free from Irene's control, and used all her strength to smash the headrest at her.

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

The hoarseness of the voice was a roar of despair.

But it was completely useless to Irene, she didn't say a word.

With a click, the red high-heeled shoes were thrown casually onto the smooth porcelain floor.

Irene climbed onto the bed with ease. She clamped her legs that were cuffed at the ankles effortlessly and sat on her body that was rising and falling like a bowstring in a triumphant posture.

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

Although Grace's limbs were tied up, she still had fangs that could bite back at any time. If you were not careful, you would be bitten hard.

With one hand pressing down on the shoulders, one hand covering the pale lips, and both knees binding and imprisoning, a person was subdued very easily.

The palm of Irene's hand covering her lips was still moist and hot, probably because her saliva flowed out uncontrollably during her struggle.

The fierce clanging sound was accompanied by Grace's slight gasps and red, stubborn eyes...

"Shh...behave yourself." Irene said softly.

Grace's body bounced for a while like a drowning fish, but she was still unable to escape Irene's control.

"OK."

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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Recommend this book, Orange, if you are interested, you can go and have a look

Maybe the world will have bugs too.

Representative Qianming, the famous Triple Crown Horse Girl in history, accidentally found a memory of an alien world and knew the general trend of the future.

The upcoming bubble economy, the first Japanese Cup, which has been full of regrets for years, and the loser who encountered the emperor in his career has no glory...

These regrets will be made up with this pair of great feet, a heart full of passion, and the freedom to chase the wind.

More than that, every page of the next forty years of racing history will propel this body forward.

A tyrant who dominates the world and acts as he pleases - the Gold Master.

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

The hero who won the triple crown and shocked the world - the big shock.

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

However, power comes with a price, and the nearby figure and the bewildered whisper are the answers.

153.What’s wrong with playing with cats?

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 comes into view is an exquisite chandelier with arms spread out like a tung tree and emitting a clear yellow light.

The body doesn't feel uncomfortable like a hangover, but it feels a little light and fluttery.

"woke up?"

A mature female voice with a hint of concern sounded in my ears.

Grace suddenly realized her current situation and alertly propped herself up from the sofa.

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

The scarlet wine swayed gently in the goblet. Doris leaned lazily on the sofa, her crossed legs showing off the sexy and perfect curve of her hips.

She sighed as she took a sip of the wine,

"Children are children. They get drunk after just one glass of wine..."

This is an attitude of looking down on oneself because one thinks he is more mature.

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

She was certain and certain that Doris had done something to her that she didn't know about, and it would be embarrassing for a smart person to talk about it.

Grace glanced down at her dress again, and after making sure that there was no sign of it being tampered with, she nodded and said,

"Sorry, I was rude."

Doris shook her head, as if she could see through Grace's thoughts.

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

"check it out."

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

The scene of herself sleeping was painted in black graphite on the pure white paper. The girl in the painting had her head slightly tilted and was sleeping quietly with her eyes closed.

The distinct light and shadow, and clean lines show his painting skills.

"satisfied?"

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

In short, Grace will respond politely to the kindness of others if there is no conflict of interest.

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 ticking time on the gilded wall clock showed four o'clock in the afternoon. The engagement banquet usually starts at seven-thirty in the evening.

Grace adjusted her collar for a moment and cleared her throat.

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

"Um……"