Rural Belle & Three Heirs

Grant cut her off, grabbing her arm and saying coldly, "I'll give you a chance to explain later. Think carefully about what you can say to calm my anger."

With that, Grant dragged Chloe towards his car.

As they passed Liam, Grant said, "Tell them to leave. Running naked in broad daylight, have they no shame?"

Grant's scolding made Liam feel sorry for the bikers-They wanted to keep their dignity, but Zara and Chloe wouldn't let them off the hook. Being forced to run naked was already a humiliation in their careers. Being scolded by Grant as shameless was just too much.

Liam couldn't help but defend them, "Grant, they didn't want to run naked. They lost a bet and had to pay up."

Hearing Liam's defense only made Grant angrier. "Lost? Who'd they lose to?"

Liam pointed to Zara, who was standing by the track's fence.

Grant felt a wave of shame for his fellow men when he learned that these so-called racing experts had lost to Zara, a girl who seemed so ordinary. He glanced at the guys hurriedly putting on their clothes and sneered, "Pathetic."

With that, Grant grabbed Chloe's hand and stormed out of the track without another word.

After they left, Eric finally dared to approach Liam. He whispered, "Mr. Martin, losing to the queen of street racing isn't something to be ashamed of."

Liam's admiring gaze once again fell on Zara. It wasn't just these guys; even he hadn't mastered the art of street racing. If he had been in the race, he would have lost too.

By the time Michael arrived, everything was over. The racers had put on their clothes and left in a hurry, humiliated enough to never want to race against women again. Zara and Tony had also left the track.

Liam and Eric were about to leave when they ran into Michael's car.

"Michael, what are you doing here?" Liam asked curiously.

Michael glanced towards the track, gossiping, "I came for the drama. Where is the drama?"

Liam rolled his eyes. "It's over. You can stay here and enjoy the emptiness." With that, Liam drove off.

Meanwhile, Chloe, sitting in Grant's car, was extremely anxious. Grant was furious, and it seemed like he wanted to devour her.

She took a deep breath, struggling to calm herself, but her mind was racing, searching for the right words to explain to Grant. The tension inside her made her palms slightly sweaty, and she realized she had to quickly find a suitable reason to defuse the current predicament.

Zara dragged her here? She dismissed it, not wanting to get Zara in trouble. She came by choice? Grant wouldn't let her off the hook and would probably call her a delinquent.

Just as Chloe was panicking, Grant's car suddenly turned onto a newly paved road. That was when Chloe realized they were not heading to the Martin Mansion.

Where was Grant taking her then? What was he planning? Was he going to take advantage of her injured leg and beat her up? He wasn't her parent or guardian. What right did he have?

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Sitting in the passenger seat, Chloe grew increasingly uneasy. She anxiously asked, "Grant, where are you taking me?"

Grant shot her a glance and, without changing his expression, said, "To a place where you can see more handsome men."

Chloe's heart raced. A place to see handsome men? A bar? Karaoke? Or some upscale, discreet hotel?

Grant, with his wealth, sure knew how to have fun. But Chloe was still worried. Given what she knew about Grant, he wasn't someone who easily forgave others, nor was he likely to so agreeably take her to see attractive men. She suspected Grant might have another plan, which made her even more nervous.

A few minutes later, Grant's car stopped at the end of a road in front of a high-end residential area. Chloe looked around. The surroundings were elegant, with tight security measures in place, clearly a very upscale residential area. She couldn't help but feel puzzled and nervous, unsure of Grant's intentions in bringing her here. The entrance sign read: Imperial View Manor, Block One.

Before coming to Sovereign City, Chloe had done her research and knew the prices of Imperial View Manor. If Grant said he was taking her to see handsome men, could they be hidden in such a luxurious place? If so, these handsome men wouldn't come cheap. As soon as Grant's car appeared at the gate, the security guard opened it, and Grant drove in. Moments later, Grant parked in front of a quaint, elegant villa and, without a word, led Chloe inside, unlocking the door with his fingerprint.

Chloe was puzzled by his familiarity with the place.

With a heavy thud, the door closed, and Grant's anger erupted like a dormant volcano finally awakened. In a swift, feral motion, he pinned Chloe against the wall and captured her lips in a fierce, unrelenting kiss.

Chloe's mind went blank. Grant's harsh kiss was a storm of aggression and

possessiveness, and she felt a sharp pain as his lips crushed against hers.

This was not the gentle Grant she knew; he was now a tempest with a singular focus.

His cold, demanding lips moved over hers with a ferocity that left her breathless. Every attempt she made to resist was met with more assertiveness from Grant.

Chloe's breathing grew ragged, a sense of suffocation enveloping her. It became painfully clear that this was Grant's twisted way of punishing her.

She squirmed, desperate to break free, but Grant had anticipated her every move. Hisnoveldrama

leg effortlessly blocked her escape, and his firm, muscular waist pressed against her abdomen, a visceral reminder of his physical superiority and urgency.

All her resistance was futile against Grant's overwhelming strength. For the first time, Chloe realized the sheer power an enraged Grant could wield.

He deepened the kiss, his hands cupping her face, his tongue exploring her mouth with relentless intensity. He was insatiable, as if each kiss could somehow quell the tempest within him.

Chloe's lips went numb from the onslaught, and the lack of air made her whimper. Just then, Grant abruptly released her.

In a moment of dizzying disorientation, Chloe found herself lifted onto the high liquor cabinet in the living room. She was left breathless and reeling from the kiss, uncertain and apprehensive about his next move.

Her vision blurred, but she watched with wide eyes as Grant removed his outer clothes, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He kept his gaze locked on hers, a challenging glint in his eyes.

As he stripped, the revelation of his chiseled abs and sculpted chest muscles painted a picture of raw, masculine power. Grant's body was a testament to his rigorous workouts, each tanned inch of skin exuding strength.

At that moment, Chloe's eyes widened. She had to admit, none of the guys from the morning's race bore a physique as impressively fit as Grant's. Every muscle of his seemed carefully crafted, exuding a charisma she could no longer ignore.

Embarrassment flooded her, and she tried to avert her gaze, but Grant wasn't finished. His voice softened, a dangerous edge to his words, "You wanted to see handsome men, right? Well, here I am. Take a good look."