Chapter 198

Chapter 198:

“You want me to massage your shoulders?” Gracie let out a wry laugh and stepped closer.

Lia leaned back, closing her eyes. “Do it properly, or I’ll have you fired—ow p>

Her eyes flew open as she writhed, trying to break free of Gracie’s grip. “That hurts! Let go p>

Gracie held tight to Lia’s shoulder and arm, bending close to her ear and lowering her voice. “Whatever plot you’re hatching, don’t provoke me. I warned you before—if you misbehave, I’ll tell Brayden where your relatives are p>

“You’re… threatening me?” Lia’s eyes filled instantly, her teeth clamping down on her lip. “As a mere servant, how dare you threaten the lady of this house p>

Gracie’s confusion deepened with every word. Lia kept calling herself the homeowner, as if she truly believed it.

“Lia, if you’re determined to act out, do it somewhere else p>

Gracie turned to the stunned staff and ordered, “Put everything back where it belongs p>

The employees exchanged uncertain looks, unsure what to do.

“Gracie p>

As Gracie shoved Lia toward the front door, a deep voice rang out.

She looked up and saw Brayden hurrying toward them. Lia seized the moment to wrench free, sobbing as she threw herself at him. “Brayden, she… she hit me. She doesn’t belong here. Fire her p>

Brayden pulled Lia away without a hint of warmth, his attention shifting to Gracie.

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Gracie met his stare with a sardonic half-smile, waiting for what he’d say.

“Lia… Gracie isn’t staff in this household p>

“Then what is she? Why does she live in our home?” Lia asked, utterly confused. “Is she your relative p>

Brayden’s brow furrowed deeper, his tone glacial. “She is the lady of this house p>

Lia recoiled, the color draining from her face. In the next instant, her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed.

Gracie rolled her eyes on instinct. “I’ll go inside now. Since you’re back, handle this yourself p>

Irritation flared inside her as she turned and stormed to her room. Lia’s behavior had been disturbingly strange—failing to recognize her and insisting she owned the estate.

“Could she really have lost her memory?” Aside from that, Gracie couldn’t think of another explanation.

Footsteps thundered outside. A moment later, there was a knock at her door.

Then Brayden eased it open.

He addressed Gracie, who sat at the vanity. “You may have guessed already. Lia was injured during filming and is suffering short-term memory loss. She mistakenly believes she’s my girlfriend p>

“If I remember correctly, you own several residences. Why bring her specifically to this one?” Gracie’s words carried a frosty edge. “Even if the goal is to help her recover, this place may not do much p>

“I told the driver to take her to her apartment, but she insisted on coming here.” Brayden’s brows knit together. Thirty minutes earlier, he had gotten a call from the driver—Lia had arrived at the estate, convinced it was their shared home.

He had postponed everything and rushed back, but he arrived a moment too late.

Gracie rose from her chair and approached him slowly. “So what do you intend to do now? Let her stay p>

Her voice dripped with irony. “She forgot everything else, but conveniently remembers this property. Doesn’t that strike you as absurd p>