Wife by Day, Boss by Night

The sight pained Davis deeply.

After some consideration, he instructed the butler, "Tell Gracia to come down. I need to talk to herThis material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

At quarter past six, a Rolls-Royce pulled up to the front of "The Aerie."

Some guests were there solely for the evening's auction and hadn't attended the afternoon showcase, hence their late arrival.

Aware that headline-worthy guests were yet to enter, the media camped out at the door, waiting for their

shot.

The next moment, a woman in a sleek black strapless gown exited the car. Gracia, absent from the public eye for days, emerged with her hair in glamorous waves, her makeup impeccable, and her red-soled black heels clicking as she walked to The Aerie's entrance without a hint of emotion on her face.

Though her makeup was not heavy, her lips were blazing red, drawing all eyes to her. The transformation from her near tragedy at the airport days before was complete. She was a phoenix risen anew.