Rural Belle & Three Heirs

Just as Chloe was wondering what Grant was up to, he suddenly reached out and picked up the fake mole that had fallen from her neck.

"Your mole fell off again," he said with a smirk.noveldrama

Seeing the clump of black fake mole in Grant's hand, Chloe quickly reached out and snatched it from him.

Immediately after, Chloe broke free from Grant's embrace.

She turned and hurried away, her haste causing Grant to curl his lips into a smirk.

Chloe got into Grant's car and, using the rearview mirror, carefully reattached the fake mole to her face. The quality of these online store moles was getting worse they kept falling off lately. If this continued, her carefully guarded appearance might be exposed. She really needed to find another online store to buy fake moles from. After all, she used one every day and went through them quickly.

After finally getting the mole back in place, Chloe started Grant's luxury car and prepared to leave the mansion.

At that moment, she received a call from Rena. "Chloe, where are you right now?"

Chloe put the phone on speaker and chatted with Rena while driving. "I'm just out and about. What's up?"

Rena hurriedly said, "I found a part-time job, and it pays really well. I'm treating Philip and some classmates to dinner tonight. You should come too!"

Chloe had been cooped up in the Martin Mansion for several days due to her leg injury. Hearing Rena's invitation, without thinking, she said, "Sure, send me the address."

After receiving the address from Rena, Chloe decided to first go to the mall to buy some gifts for her. She knew that Rena's family was not well off, and she hoped to express some of her sentiments through these gifts. Although gifts couldn't completely solve the problems, at least they could make Rena feel her care and support.

Rena's family wasn't well-off, so she couldn't afford to take her classmates to a fancy place. She found a small but clean restaurant. A few classmates were sitting together, happily chatting. When everyone saw Chloe come in, they invited her to sit down. Then they ate, drank, and had a great time.

Rena took the opportunity to share her new job with Chloe. "Chloe, guess what my new job is?"

"What is it?" Chloe asked, curious.

"I'm a personal assistant for a company's boss," Rena said, looking very pleased with herself.

Chloe was perplexed. From what she understood, being a personal assistant encompassed a myriad of responsibilities in the boss's life. It sounded appealing initially, yet it could easily devolve into something akin to playing the role of a nanny. The experience hinged largely on the boss's temperament-if they were amiable, it might be tolerable, but if they were difficult, it could be downright grueling.

Rena, with her innocent demeanor, seemed profoundly unaware of the potential pitfalls that came with the job of a personal assistant.

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"Are you sure you can handle that? You know what they say about being an assistant..." Chloe's concern for her naive classmate bubbled to the surface.

Rena laughed lightly and waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, Chloe, you've got it all wrong. My boss is incredibly kind. He personally interviewed me."

"But what about your studies?" Chloe's worry deepened. "Are you still planning to continue with them?"

Both young women were pursuing their degrees and still had a couple of years until graduation. Chloe knew that even though Rena's family struggled financially, abandoning her education for a job would be a monumental mistake.

"Chloe, you don't need to worry about my studies," Rena replied with a breezy confidence. "My boss is great. He told me I can work for him only on weekends."

"Seriously?" Chloe's skepticism was palpable. She knew only too well how most bosses would exploit their employees without a second thought. The idea that Rena had found someone willing to let her work just weekends felt either remarkably fortunate or deeply suspect.

Rena's enthusiasm was undeterred by Chloe's doubts. "Yes! I think my boss is amazing too. Honestly, what did I do to deserve meeting such a kind person?"

Not wanting to dampen Rena's obvious joy, Chloe mustered a smile. Even so, her instinctual protectiveness kicked in; Rena was like a younger sister to her, and Chloe couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.com is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience—all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Despite her outward calm, she resolved to investigate Rena's boss thoroughly. If he turned out to be anything less than genuine, he'd regret ever crossing paths with Rena. The evening's dinner was modest yet filled with cheer. Rena's newfound employment was the centerpiece of their conversation, and the collective happiness was palpable. Chloe captured the moment, snapping group photos of their friends making funny faces and goofing around, then posting a lively collage on her News Feed. The images radiated the carefree joy and camaraderie of youth.

After dinner, the friends dispersed, each heading to their respective destinations. Chloe, hitching a ride back to the Martin Mansion in Grant's sleek car, was greeted by an unusual scene upon arrival.

The vast living room brimmed with people-Michael, Liam, Grant, and Harry, who sat dejectedly on a small stool with a throbbing bruise on his forehead. Two family doctors tended to his injury as he winced and groaned dramatically.

"Ouch! Be gentle, it hurts... How the hell did I get so unlucky? I just set foot in Sovereign City and got thumped like this," Harry lamented, his theatrical suffering drawing sympathetic but amused looks from everyone present.

Chloe, not quite inside the room yet, felt her heart thud. She had only intended to give Harry a mild rebuke earlier, but seeing the extent of his injury made her wonder if she had inadvertently gone too far. Feeling a pang of guilt, she halted, opting to eavesdrop on the unfolding scene from the hallway.

"Harry, who the hell hit you?" Michael, ever the gossip aficionado, couldn't keep his curiosity in check.

According to the household staff, Grant had returned carrying an unconscious Harry, who only roused with a bruised forehead when Liam and Michael got home. The sight had incited Michael to summon the family's doctors immediately.

With his reputation for being tough as nails, seeing Harry in such a state left Michael and the others bewildered. How on earth had Harry, notorious for his prowess in brawls, ended up on the losing side of a fight?