Chapter 385

Grace stumbled back to Team Two in a disarrayed state. Her face was pathetically marked with a fresh handprint, which was a stark contrast to her usual domineering demeanor.

Pricilla was aware that Grace tyrannically ruled the company. Today's events were a complete reversal of roles—someone had dared to hit her back.

"Grace, what on earth happened?"

Grace instinctively covered her stinging cheek. She was shaken as she spoke, "A ghost… A ghost hit me!"

Priscilla's eyes widened in disbelief. "Grace, a ghost? What are you talking about?"

Grace blurted, her voice trembling. "Frederick… I saw Frederick. He slapped me."

Priscilla's expression mirrored Grace's shock. Her eyes widened, and a slight tremor ran through her body.

Frederick? But that was impossible!

Both she and Grace had believed him dead after the incident on the cruise ship. Only June, Priscilla's naive sister, clung to the belief that Frederick was alive.

Priscilla was unwilling to shatter June's illusions and had k