After a few rounds of drinks.
It was already getting dark.
Oscar Osborne checked the time and said softly to Grace, "Grace, you need to head home soon. It's already dark, and it won't be safe if you leave any later. I'll take you back."
"No, don't worry about it. I'll have my driver take her home," Ethan Grant said, pulling Oscar Osborne back. "Director Osborne, let's have a couple more drinks."
Oscar Osborne couldn't refuse and reluctantly agreed.
Ethan Grant had his driver come over and take Grace home.
When the car pulled up in front of Grace's apartment building, it drew the attention of all the neighbors, both upstairs and down.
Seeing Grace step out of the sedan, many of the onlookers' eyes turned red with envy.
"What kind of tricks does that Grace Winslow have up her sleeve? How did she manage to latch onto a rich man so soon after her divorce?"
"That car can't be cheap. I bet he's some old man. She's so shameless."
