Just as Henry was lost in the thoughts of his secret crush, he suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.
Grace is heading out!
Henry didn't feel particularly alarmed. Grace frequently attended events in the evenings—charity balls, parties with her friends, and various social gatherings. These past few days, she hadn't exhibited any unusual behavior.
But then, about ten minutes later, he heard the distinct sound of high heels clicking rhythmically on the ground.
Da da da. The sound was sharp and steady, giving the impression of a graceful and elegant woman approaching.
A faint sense of unease crept into Henry's mind.
"Ah, Mrs. Nelson, you're here again?"
"Yes, the usual. Room 606," Grace's gentle voice replied.
"Since you've been coming to our L Beauty Salon, you've been looking younger every day!" A woman nearby said with a flirty laugh.
