I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)

Payne was still up, and since his illness, his soul was like being ripped out of him and he couldn't sleep all night.

He had already silenced the WeChat, but he happened to check it today. When he saw what was gossiping about in the chatting group, his heart had almost jumped out of his throat. Hope emerged in his eyes!

Grace!

Grace!

Grace was found!

"Cassie, is that true?!" He typed a few words with some eagerness.

"I would be a puppy if I lied to you." Cassie said, "And that's your sister, isn't it? Can't you tell?"

Cassie was lying on the bed, typing quickly, and to be honest, she couldn't tell that the woman in the picture would be Grace.

"Payne, I heard you have leukemia, wouldn't you ...?"

Someone in the group joked.

Payne was silent.

Cassie broke out another news, "Franklin, you remember? He came to Dali to look for the woman in the picture! So, I'm guessing whether that woman in the photo is Grace or not." Cassie forgot that there was no Franklin, no Caden, no Ingemar, no Humbert in the group.

But there were a bunch people waiting in line to butter Caden up.

At about the same time, several phone calls had reached the Shaw family.

The housekeeper answered the phone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw is busy and he is not available."

"Don't hang up the phone, I have news for Miss Grace."

The butler paused in midair and picked up the receiver again. "You know, Mr. Wilson, if you're only joking, that's enough for me."

He was reminding the person on the other end of the line not to make fun of anything about Grace.

In the Shaw family, the name Grace was taboo.

"I'm telling the truth. There are pictures to prove it."

Caden was the same person who replaced Mr. Venus. He was usually steady. Now that Wilson had said so, he nodded politely, "Mr. Wilson, wait a minute."

Hurriedly putting the receiver aside, the housekeeper hurried to the study and knocked on the door. 'There's a call for you, Sir."

"Tell him to go away."

When the butler opened the door, there was a miasma of smoke in it, and the dark curtains were closed, blocking out the light.

He frowned, feeling sympathy for the man inside who worked day and night.

Since that drunkenness, Master had been a new man, a diligent worker. When everyone thought he was well... Things seemed worse.

He was more than diligent in his work, and he worked day and night. Mr. Joseph and Mr. White had persuaded him, but the master was still living in his own world, and could not get out.

As much as he cared about his wife, he cared about his work now.

It was like he treated his job as his wife.

"Sir, it is the young master of the Wilson family..."

Before the housekeeper finished, behind the smoky desk, came the indifferent voice, "I don't know him. Tell him to go away."

"Mr. Wilson said he has... found the whereabouts of the lady." said the housekeeper. He thought that the man behind the desk would suddenly be excited, but...

"Well." Behind the desk, the man sneered, "There are numerous men telling me that they have found the whereabouts of Grace in the past three years. They just want to cooperate with the Shaw Group." As he spoke, he hardly paused to work, and in the midst of his words, he had signed a contract.

"Go to the company and call the top brass here. I need to have a meeting right now about the Wilson Group takeover."

The butler knew that the young man from the Wilson Group just called to tell them the news. Now he knew that the master was busy annexing the Wilson Group.

He also hesitated whether the young man was asking for mercy, so he gave false information, but thinking of him saying that he had a picture, the housekeeper told it to Caden,

"Sir, the young man said he has a picture to prove it. The picture of the lady."

The man behind the desk held his pen in midair, and the large Caden on the contract was only half written.

The time seemed to have stopped half a minute.

Suddenly!

The man leaped from the leather chair and ran past the butler side around towards the downstairs!

He answered the phone at once and said in a low but hurried voice, "Have you really heard from her?"

Hearing the low voice, the person was caught off guard and stuttered, "Yes... I... have some photos of her..." "Where are you? I'll find you."

Across the street, the young boy of the Wilson family was in a panic, "Mr. Shaw, where are you? I, I'll go find you."

How dared he asked the terrible man to come to him personally.

"Don't talk nonsense, give me the address, I will find you now." the man said hurriedly.

"I... I am in MY Café." said the man nervously, and quickly reported his address to the man.

"Ok, I'll get to you right now. If the news is true, I will give up buying the Wilson Group." "Thank you very much..."

"Beep..."

The young man looked dully at the call that had been hung up.

He looked a little weird, thinking that was the man on the phone the same person he had known?

Caden grabbed his car keys and left the house. He hung up, and soon the phone at the Shaw family's mansion was ringing continuously. The housekeeper answered one call after another. All said they had news of Mrs. Shawn and they had photographs to prove it. "It seems that there is indeed news of the lady this time. But whether it is good news or bad one?" He had a worry in his eyes.

Even if master did find Mrs. Shawn, she would not like to come back to this house.

He followed Caden, and then immediately contacted Ingemar and Humbert.

"Did you find it?" Ingemar blinked, without sleepiness.

In the MY Café.

"Here, Mr. Shaw."

Mr. William was waiting for Caden at the door of the cafe. Seeing Caden, he immediately greeted him and they entered the box. "Where are the pictures?"

Caden asked immediately.

Seeing his fierce action, Mr. William did not dare to delay or negotiate, and he took out his phone at once. "Mr. Shaw, look!" he said.

The man couldn't wait to take the phone, but he was stiff. His hand that took the phone suddenly frozen in midair... Mr. William looked at the man opposite, his hands shaking.

"Mr. Caden... are you all right?"

Caden clutched the phone, suddenly afraid to look at someone he wanted so badly to see.

Looking for her for so many years, he even went to various places, trekked thousands of miles of journey to metropolis, small rural areas... but he still couldn't find her. The one he was so eager to find was said to be taken photos in the phone in his hand. He was, suddenly, afraid to look at it.000000