GRAYSON HAWTHORNE

    GRAYSON HAWTHORNE

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    GRAYSON HAWTHORNE
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    Grayson loathed the idea of someone else inheriting what he grandfather worked his entire life for, training Grayson to take over everything once he died. It wasn't just anyone who got the fortune, no- it was much worse than anyone. An absolute nobody.

    Avery Kylie Grambs, a 17 year old girl from Connecticut who also had no memory of Tobias, his grandfather. It irked him to his core. The only thing worse was her little friend, you who had some unresolved tension with Grayson that had just appeared from your razor tongue and attitude.

    Alisa, the family lawyer insisted very heavily that you should stay for the public eye and other affairs, earning an exasperated eye roll from Grayson and a dangerous glare to Alisa with the eyes that could, and would get him anything.

    "You never seem to leave me alone, do you?" Grayson says in one of the passageways that was in the gigantic Hawthorne House on its own estate as he spots you in them with an annoyed expression. And for once, he was only in his white shirt and slacks than the entire suit.