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It was a complete mistake to agree to Deadpool's proposal.

With a dark face, Grace adjusted her suit in the mirror.

Deadpool sat on the chair and looked at her, muttering something softly.

"That dress is obviously very beautiful, it must be very beautiful to wear."

"Besides, we have to meet the demands of readers?"

"At a time like this, the heroine should wear a dress to surprise the audience."

Deadpool finally stopped muttering when he said this, because Grace turned around and gave him a sharp eye, signaling him to shut up.

Grace buttoned up the sleeves of her suit and looked at Deadpool with a sneer.

"Amazing the audience? Shocking is almost the same."

The dress that Deadpool wanted to choose was a slim dress with a hollow back. As soon as she put it on, the bruises that Batman smashed out yesterday were undoubtedly revealed.

Not to mention, she has many other scars on her body.

Usually she doesn't care, this kind of latent mission exposes the scars and bruises on her body, which is tantamount to courting death.

Grace was wearing a gray-blue lady's suit—rented out, of course, and her mid-length black hair was pulled into a low ponytail.

In order to look more refined, she even put on prescription glasses for herself.

Deadpool looked at her a little depressed, he felt that Grace looked handsome compared to beauty.

Rather than attracting the mayor, it is not so much attracting a certain group of people.

Deadpool set Grace as a glamorous girl at the beginning, but Grace rejected it immediately.

Currently, she is pretending to be an advance staff member who is coming to Gotham to develop some business.

As for what kind of business it is, there is no need to specify it clearly. At that kind of upper-class dinner party, vague words and various hints are the normal process.

Those who can understand will naturally understand, and there are many twists and turns behind it.

For someone like the mayor of Gotham, just give him a hook, and nothing else needs to be said.

Thank you Gotham's upper echelons for always having meaningless dinner parties, otherwise Grace wouldn't have had the chance to get in touch with the mayor so directly.

As for the invitation letter... She doesn't have to enter through the main entrance.

*****

The dinner party was held in a villa, which was often rented out to high-ranking people for various activities, or some commercial transactions.

People have already arrived at the main entrance one after another, one luxury car after another.

Grace hid in the shadows, watching the light of the villa not far away.

Deadpool will always be on the periphery, and if any accident happens, he will come to respond immediately.

It hurts to say it, but Deadpool's face is not suitable for this type of task.

Grace is still observing the situation and has not acted for the time being.

Gradually, no vehicles drove in, and there were only two bodyguards guarding the door.

Grace moved closer to the villa, and bent slightly when she was about to enter the bodyguard's sight.

The two bodyguards looked ahead and did not notice anyone approaching the villa from the side bushes.

Grace went around to the back of the villa and observed the windowsill on the second floor. She estimated the height and made sure that she couldn't reach such a high place all at once.

She looked around and found that there were columns at the very side of the building, which she could use to climb up.

Grace climbed to the edge of the second floor and approached the window cautiously against the wall.

I have to say that it is too inconvenient to move around in a suit.

Grace glanced at the window, it was locked.

She took out the tool from the inside pocket of the suit, cut a circle on the glass, and pulled it gently with her hand, a small hole was cut in the glass.

She opened the window and got in, and gently closed the curtains, stuffed the glass in the corner of the room, and put the tools back.

Grace patted the wall dust off her body, straightened her clothes, walked to the door of the room, opened the door slightly and took a look.

nobody.

Grace immediately opened the door and walked out.

Grace could hear voices downstairs, as if the dinner party was in full swing.

She walked through the corridor to the stairs, and no one was paying attention.

Grace restrained her momentum, with a slight smile on her face.After going downstairs, he walked towards the waiter serving the wine, picked up a glass of champagne, and walked towards the crowd.

She chatted up a few words with everyone, and the conversation was not deep, but it could make the bystanders think that she knew those people.

After doing this over and over again, the preparatory work is complete.

Grace found the mayor, took another glass of champagne, and walked over.

"Mr. Mayor." She smiled.

The mayor was talking with another unknown gentleman, and when he heard her voice, he turned his head impatiently, and then paused.

A capable and beautiful lady, any gentleman should be treated with courtesy.

The mayor has always created an image of humility and courtesy in front of the public, and naturally he will not fail at this time.

"Hello ma'am, but... I don't seem to have seen you." The mayor asked with a smile.

"Oh, it's natural, our company is preparing to enter Gotham," Grace slightly raised her glass to the lady smiling at her in the distance at this time, and then turned to the mayor, "I haven't had the honor to meet Mr. Mayor yet."

Seeing her actions, the mayor relaxed a little.

Naturally, he knew some of the celebrities present, so it proved that he was not a suspicious person.

"So, what does your company do?" The mayor felt that this was for a relationship, and he might be able to make another fortune.

"Naturally, it is a business that is beneficial to the mayor," Grace smiled suggestively, "it depends on whether Mr. Mayor has any ideas for cooperation."

"Recently a good batch of goods came in."

The mayor was a little confused by her attitude, he frowned slightly, and was just about to ask her what she meant, but unexpectedly, Grace came closer.

"Batman has been investigating you lately."

She finished speaking in a very soft voice, and quickly retreated.

The mayor was a little stunned and made no further reaction.

Grace didn't say much, turned around with a smile and left.

The hook has been set, and it depends on whether the mayor will take the bait.

Grace put the champagne back on the table, figuring she was about to leave.

However, what she didn't expect was that someone was coming towards her.

"Cough... hello." A lady in a gorgeous dress came over, looking at Grace, her cheeks were still slightly red.

Grace smiled calmly on her face, but her heart began to ring with alarm bells. This may be what the damn crow-mouthed Deadpool said to meet the needs of special people.

"Hello." But she couldn't refuse directly.

"My name is Jessica, what about you?" The young woman moved closer.

Grace almost choked on the smell of her perfume.

"Louisa." She pursed her lips and smiled.

Louisa could be used as a first name or a surname, depending on the young lady in front of her.

"What are you here for today?"

Although Jessica was still reserved on the face, but in her heart she wanted to drag people away from the venue to get to the point, and she didn't care whether Grace was willing or not.

It had been a long time since she had seen such a face that suited her taste.

Moreover, it feels like this person should be of the same kind as her.

"What can such a dinner party be for?" Grace vaguely asked others to imagine.

Jessica's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer again.

Grace frowned slightly, and retreated without showing a trace.

It's so troublesome...

The uninvited guest appeared at this time.

"Whoa, Grace? Why are you here?" It was Bruce Wayne's voice.

Grace's temples bulged a little, and she felt things were going wildly out of her control.

But she still smiled and turned to look at the man who was walking towards her.

"Bruce Wayne..."

Grace heard Jessica's murmur beside her, but there was a bit of gnashing of teeth and disgust.

It seems that the Gotham baby is not everyone's favorite.

Grace lowered her eyes and thought sarcastically.

"Mr. Wayne." She looked up at him, with a polite and distant tone.

Bruce, however, was not repelled by her attitude at all, and bowed slightly to salute her, acting gentlemanly and elegant, as if the playboy's uninhibited restraint.

Grace smelled some indistinct men's perfumes, and the woody notes were mixed with some citrus fruits, which instantly rescued her nose that was choked by female fragrances.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Bruce showed a charming smile, which was particularly dazzling.

Didn't you see that some noble ladies who are clearly aware of Gotham's baby nature are so fascinated that they don't know where to go?

"Mr. Wayne, I think Louisa would rather chat with me?" Jessica was almost so angry that her liver hurt.

"Oh?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, "But I want to catch up with Grace?"

This made Jessica even more angry.

But Grace, who was caught in the middle, seemed very ruthless at this time.

"Sorry, but you two, I think I have to go first." She smiled gracefully at Jessica.

Then he looked up at Bruce again.

"It's a pity that it's not the time to reminisce about the past," she seemed to be really regretful, "Then Mr. Wayne, see you next time."

Grace left without looking back, just like last time.

Just like she didn't notice Jessia who was about to jump in anger, Grace also didn't notice Bruce Wayne and his eyes sinking for a moment.

Bruce watched Grace's back disappear into the crowd in fancy clothes.

The last words she said repeated in her mind.

— Mr. Wayne, see you next time.

— Mr. Bat, see you next time.

With the same voice and intonation, he finally knew where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

What the hell is Grace Louisa here for?What does she have to do with the black box?And why did it appear here today?

Bruce frowned slightly.

Grace Louisa was breaking away from the little girl he remembered, running in a direction he couldn't see.

But Bruce also knew very well in his heart that if she was really that little girl, in Grace's eyes, he should also develop in the direction of image collapse.

Or a devastating collapse.

The author has something to say: Grace’s vest fell off without her knowing it√

The master's vest is on a certain road not far away, you can guess the method in advance wwww

Fixed typography bug on March 2018, 3

JJ is definitely playing me. I just went to the PC version and a large part of the front is all crowded together. I don’t know what’s going on...