Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 226

The part-time job that Claire was talking about was to be an extra on a filming set. The job only

required her to register her name and leave her contact number, so there was no need to look at any

files.

It was 80 dollars a day with lunch included. If an extension was needed for the filming time, they would

provide dinner as well, but there would not be any extra pay.

As Claire said, since she was free on her rest days, she could be an extra and earn some cash. It was

a job that was paid by the day after all.

One month down the line, if there was something for her to do every day she was off, then in that one

month, she could earn a few hundred bucks.

To other people, a few hundred bucks might not be much, but to Grace, it was already really good.

When she left work, Grace glanced at the gloves that she had already finished knitting and made a call

to Jason. “I’ve finished knitting the gloves. Do you want me to send it over, or do you want to get

someone to come over and collect it?”

“I’ll just come and collect it, then,” Jason said.

“That’s fine,” she replied.

She then returned to her apartment. After finishing her dinner, she placed the gloves on the table and

pulled out the photocopies of the case files that Lina had given to her. In it, there were transcripted

statements from the witnesses at the time, along with photocopies of the photographs of various

physical evidence from back then.

Looking at the contents, feelings of shock and bitterness rose in Grace’s heart. Again. None of this

information ever made sense.

Among this evidence, there was even the wine bottle and glass that she had drunk from that day, along

with her DNA that was detected from the rim of the glass.

It was simply laughable. It was a glass that she had never drunk from, yet her DNA was somehow on it.

But she’d fully had Eva back then. Her metabolism ran so high, even if she had been drinking—and

she wasn’t—it would’ve burned through her system.

But the fact remained, she hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol that day.

She’d argued with Lily over what Lily had done to her grandfather, but she hadn’t driven off with the

intent of hurting anyone.

They’d had an accident, but to try and call it vehicular manslaughter or to pin her with drunk driving just

made no sense.

But that’s exactly what the human courts did.

And then all that evidence turned up, condemning her both in the human world and amid her pack.

She’d had no way of overthrowing this evidence.

She did not know who it was who wanted to hurt her like this, but what was the deal with Jennifer

Atkinson? Even if they wanted to hurt Grace, it was Jennifer who ended up losing her life! Maybe they

wanted to hurt Jennifer but had used her as a scapegoat?

While she was in jail, she could not figure out exactly who it was who had such a deep grudge against

her. And trying to delve into Jennifer Atkinson’s life while Grace was in jail, that had been impossible.

Grace’s phone dinged and she looked at the Messenger group.

It was the Messenger group for background actors that she had just entered today. The group

organizer was tagging all of the “extras” to notify them about the next job’s time, location, name of the

crew, as well as the number of people needed and the requirements for it.

Grace looked at the date, and she was off that day, so she completed the link to carry out the

registration.

Instructions for where to go and what time came through along with a confirmation number.

Putting down her phone, she was just about to do a search on the internet about news related to the

show that she was to appear in when someone knocked on her door.

The only person who would come over at this time would be… Grace pursed her lips before standing

up. She walked to the door and opened it.

As expected, the person that showed up in her line of vision was Jason.

He was dressed in an all-black overcoat with neatly styled hair. He looked as handsome as ever,

maybe even more so, now that he made no efforts to downplay his good looks.

The only exception to that was possibly the scarf wrapped around his neck.

That was… the scarf that she had knitted for him!

Grace looked at the scarf on Jason’s neck and was overcome with several emotions—shock, joy,

anger, confusion.

Compared to his full attire of luxurious clothing, her scarf looked so rough and cheap. It was laughable

that she had rushed to finish it back then because she was afraid that he would be cold. She had evenProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

been pleased with herself, thinking that it was not badly done. In the end, it just looked like a joke.

Now, he was actually using this scarf, giving Grace an indescribable feeling in her heart.