After dinner, she wanted to take a nap, but worried that Hugo might be bored being alone, she stayed in the living room to accompany him watching TV. However, she really had no interest in financial reports, and soon she dozed off to the side. Hugo turned down the volume of the TV a bit, then walked over slowly, watching her face as she slept. Eleanor always gave off an impression of being very gentle, but on certain matters, she could be a bit stubborn. He reached out, just about to brush aside a few strands of hair from her face, when Lan Yancy pushed the door open and came in. "Boss, we’ve identified the person from yesterday." He came in with excitement, but when he looked up, he was met with his boss’ piercing gaze. He froze in place, his steps becoming more cautious. Hugo stood up, motioning him to go upstairs. Only then did Lan Yancy realize Miss Hollis was asleep, so he quickly followed upstairs to the study. Hugo sat in a chair, setting aside several documents on the desk. "What is that person’s identity?" "He has a long criminal record and was recently released from prison. He was paid to kill Miss Hollis. I tracked that account; although he used a new blank account, there are some traces. The account is linked to Grace Lynch." A flicker of coldness passed through Hugo’s eyes. Lan Yancy nodded without saying another word. Grace Lynch, after all, was the mother of the young master. How would the boss deal with her? "I understand, go ahead and arrest her. Hiring someone to murder—handle it as it should be handled." Apparently, there was no intention to show mercy. Lan Yancy left immediately. Meanwhile, Hugo’s brows furrowed. Sometimes he couldn’t understand, why such a well-behaved child like Marcus had a mother like Grace Lynch. This would probably be a stain on Marcus’s life, one that’s impossible to erase. Grace was nervously waiting in her room. She had been living a degenerate life, roaming from one man to another. She also tried to find Nathaniel, but Nathaniel couldn’t even stand the sight of her anymore. The former CEO she was with had recently found new love, so she had nowhere to go and used her remaining money to rent an apartment. Having been accustomed to living in a villa, suddenly holed up in this apartment, Grace was resentful. She resented Eleanor for taking away everything that belonged to her! So she spent the remaining money to hire someone to kill Eleanor. Eleanor escaped last time; this time, she wouldn’t be so lucky. Grace’s face was filled with a sinister smile. She had waited too long for this day. As long as Eleanor died, perhaps she could return to Hugo’s side, since to others, she was Marcus’s mother. Grace paced frantically in her room, an entire night had passed, why hadn’t that person called her yet? Could it have failed? No, it couldn’t be, Eleanor was living alone now, she couldn’t escape. Just as she was thinking about it, the apartment doorbell rang suddenly, and Grace’s heart leapt with joy, thinking the man had returned. But when she opened the door, she saw Lan Yancy and several bodyguards standing outside. Lan Yancy showed no hesitation, his eyes were also full of coldness. Grace was taken aback, then turned to anger. "Lan Yancy, what are you doing?! Don’t forget your position!" Lan Yancy said nothing, unwilling to waste words with her. "Lan Yancy! You work for Hugo, and I’m Hugo’s wife, how dare you treat me ?!" Grace was getting flustered. Why was he here, could it be her plan was exposed? But she had been so discreet, not even the account was hers, how could Lan Yancy know it was her? "Miss Lynch, hiring someone to murder is punishable by imprisonment. I’ve already submitted the evidence to the police. Enjoy your time in jail then." Grace’s face went pale instantly, and after coming to terms she almost collapsed to her knees. She absolutely refused to go to jail! "Lan Yancy, there’s been a misunderstanding, let me see Hugo, for Marcus’s sake, it really wasn’t me. What if I die, what happens to Marcus? Do you want everyone to know that Marcus’s mother is a criminal?!!" Grace screamed hysterically, genuinely terrified, shaking all over. Lan Yancy’s face was full of contempt. This person has been around the boss for five years and really doesn’t understand his nature at all. "Miss Lynch, when you and Nathaniel plotted against Miss Hollis, the boss already gave you a chance. As long as you behaved, we wouldn’t trouble you, but you held onto a lucky mindset. Rest assured, once you’re in jail, we’ll let everyone think you’re abroad cultivating yourself, no one will know you’re imprisoned, and the young master is well taken care of by Miss Hollis, entirely unaffected." Grace’s spirit all but collapsed because of how spot on his words were, her judgment had always been based on wishful thinking. She thought Hugo didn’t know what she and Nathaniel did, so she became even more brazen in her attempt on Eleanor’s life. "I was wrong, I was wrong! Don’t let me go to jail! If I do, everything will be ruined!" She didn’t want to be dragged away, but she was no match for the men, soon dragged to the car. The vehicle headed straight to the police station. Grace’s face grew whiter, she looked on trembling at everything. "Lan Yancy, let me see Hugo! Let me see Hugo! And Eleanor! I want to apologize to Eleanor! I apologize! Please give me one more chance..." In the end, her voice trembled out of control. But Lan Yancy wasn’t moved, this woman was truly vile. If the boss hadn’t arrived in time last night, who knows what that man would’ve done to Miss Hollis, rape followed by murder would be the least. This person is terrified now, but did she think about how scared Miss Hollis was at that time? Content orıginally comes from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵 People, if retribution doesn’t fall on their head, they never shed tears until they see the grave. The car soon stopped at the police station entrance, and Grace was dragged down. Her limbs felt weak, she could barely stand, the thought of staying in such a sordid place filled her with huge panic. "I want to see Hugo... let me see Hugo..." Her voice was hoarse, she had been screaming her lungs out all the way here. The chilling handcuffs locked around her wrists, the coldness seeping into her soul. "The boss doesn’t want to see you, Miss Lynch. You brought this all upon yourself." Lan Yancy’s face remained indifferent, unmoved by her current state.