The next day, Isla headed to work as usual.
Stepping out of her cab, she spotted Grayson's car pulling in ahead. She jogged after it, breakfast in hand, determined to properly thank the Great Demon King for saving her life.
The k********g had gone entirely unreported, no follow-up, no fallout, and not a single word from Bianca since. Whatever happened that night had been quietly buried, and remarkably, it hadn't touched her standing at the Vale estate at all.
Grayson must have made a few calls to make this whole thing disappear.
"Mr. Vale, wait up!" Isla called, jogging with her bag and breakfast in hand.
Grayson stopped at the sound, turning to watch her hurry toward him.
She arrived flushed and bright in the morning light, eyes sparkling, full of energy despite everything.
"Ankle'
