Rural Belle & Three Heirs

She stammered, "Mr. Martin, I... I'm sorry, I just..."

Rena's panic made Michael chuckle softly. He could see how scared she was of him.

His hand brushed past her face and reached for the hairdryer on the shelf behind her.

Holding the hairdryer, he spoke to her seriously, "You're overthinking it. I'm not interested in you tonight.

How old are you? Don't you know you need to dry your hair after a shower?

You're my employee. Do you know that if you catch a cold, I'm the one who has to pay for your medicine? Take care of yourself. It's not easy for me to make money."

Michael was always talkative, and when it came to teasing Rena, he had a lot to say.

Rena was still sobbing.

Michael said to her, "Turn around. I'll dry your hair."noveldrama

Rena quickly refused. As a personal assistant, having her boss dry her hair seemed a bit too much.

She stammered, "Mr. Martin, I can do it myself."

Michael ignored her and turned her around, starting to dry her hair himself.

Being a celebrity, Michael had taken courses in makeup and image management, so he was quite skilled at drying hair.

His movements were gentle, and the hairdryer was set to a warm, comfortable temperature. As his fingers ran through her hair, Rena felt a warm sensation in her heart.

While drying her hair, Michael praised her.

"Rena, you did great today..."

"When faced with danger, you must find a way to save yourself. Look, even though you got a few minor injuries, you successfully defeated the criminals, didn't you?"

"Even though you're a girl, you need have strong self-defense skills. Your education should have taught you to be brave in the face of such threats."

"I believe in you. You can do it."

Michael's praise instantly lifted a heavy burden from Rena's heart.

She had always felt guilty about sending her father to prison, but Michael told her that even though the person who hurt her was her father, he still needed to face legal consequences.

Indeed, whether a man or a woman, when faced with such situations, they must make brave choices.

No matter how close someone was to you, if they held a weapon against you, they were no longer your family.

The next morning, Chloe got up to go to school. As she came downstairs, she saw Grant at the dining table, reading the financial newspaper.

He seemed to have had a rough night, with dark circles under his eyes. When he saw Chloe, he put down the newspaper and greeted her. "Chloe, you're up."

Chloe wanted to say something to him, but remembering how Isidora had wiped his sweat the previous day, she felt a surge of anger.

She ignored Grant and was about to leave with her backpack.

Grant stood up and blocked her path. "Where are you rushing off to?"

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"School!"

"But you haven't had breakfast... The maids have already prepared it. Eat something before you go." Grant reached out to stop her.

Chloe coldly refused. "I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat..."

"However, you know that skipping breakfast can harm your health," Grant tried to make his voice sound gentle. He knew Chloe was still angry, but he was genuinely concerned about her well-being.

Chloe immediately snapped back, her tone filled with anger and impatience. "Even if it harms my health, it's my body, not yours. How is it any of your business?"

Grant felt a wave of helplessness and frustration wash over him as he heard her words. Chloe's tone was harsh, and her attitude was indeed unpleasant, but he knew that her toughness stemmed more from her stubbornness and resentment.

He sighed deeply, struggling internally. If he could, he really wanted to pin her down

on the bed, pull down her pants, and give her a good spanking.

"Chloe, do you have to talk to me like this? I'm your Grantie, your guardian in Sovereign City." Grant brought up the guardian issue again.

Chloe sneered, "Guardian? Mr. Martin, let me remind you, I'm an adult now. I don't need a guardian."

With that, she pushed past Grant and was about to leave. Grant grabbed her hand.

"Chloe, can we talk? If there's a misunderstanding, let's clear it up, okay?" Grant lowered his stance.

Being a few years older than Chloe, he believed that effective communication was the key to solving problems. But Chloe, like many women with heavy hearts, preferred to let men guess her thoughts.

Chloe snorted, "What kind of misunderstanding could there be between us? Mr. Martin, I'm in a hurry to get to school. Can you please not block my way? Haven't you ever heard the saying that polite people don't stand in the way of others?"

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This was the first time since moving into the Martin Family that Chloe had spoken to Grant so rudely.

Grant swallowed hard and checked his watch.

Indeed, it was time for Chloe to go to school.

He said, "I'll drive you."

"No need..." Chloe refused firmly. Like a proud peacock, she walked past Grant.

Grant followed closely behind her.

As they walked, it was clear that Grant was trying to appease Chloe.

The maids of the Martin Family, busy with their chores, peeked out to watch as Chloe and Grant left the house.

They couldn't believe that in all their years working for the Martin Family, this was the first time they had seen Grant so humble, following behind a girl.

"Chloe, I got a new car..." Grant stepped in front of Chloe, opening the passenger door of his new car for her.

He was afraid Chloe would bring up Isidora sitting in his car again.

Chloe glanced at the new car but wasn't impressed.

She still refused, "No need. I'll call a rideshare."

"Rideshares take time. You'll be late in about twenty minutes. Chloe, let's talk this out." Grant tried his best to persuade her. "The maids are watching. Don't let them see us arguing and gossip to our grandfathers."