Rural Belle & Three Heirs

Men were all the same always thinking with their hormones. No guy could resist stopping dead in his tracks at a sight like that.

If she used her chest to lure Grant in, she was confident that she could transform this aloof and unattainable person into someone who was infatuated with her, becoming one of her admirers.

Grant called out, "Sophia."

"Mr. Martin, what can I do for you?" Sophia asked, putting on her best submissive act.

Men often liked women who appear vulnerable in front of them, as this tended to strongly evoke their protective instincts.

Grant asked, "Sophia, the Martin Group is a top-notch company. We thrive on performance and ability. Do you think it's appropriate for a Martin Group employee to show up to work dressed like this?"

Sophia had thought Grant was into her until he said that, making her realize she might have gone overboard with her outfit today.

"Mr. Martin..." Sophia started to adjust her clothes.

Grant shot her a fierce look and continued, "Our employees at the Martin Group earn their keep through their skills. Dressing like this, people might think you're here to sell yourself. If I see you wearing something like this to work again, consider yourself fired."

With that, Grant turned and walked away. Sophia stood in the lobby, feeling humiliated and unsure whether to stay or leave.

When Grant stepped outside, Stanley had already pulled up the car and was ready to drive him to Quest University. As soon as he got in the car, Grant started giving orders, "Stanley, tell the HR department to issue a dress code policy ASAP. Did you see what Sophia was wearing? It's just... her sense of fashion was notably lacking. Why can't women dress clean and neat like Chloe?"

Stanley was left speechless. He touched his nose and kept quiet. However, he couldn't help but comment in his head: Grant was being a hypocrite, praising Chloe's clean and neat attire now, forgetting what she wore to his house two months ago.

Grant arrived at the school and headed straight for Chloe's classroom. It was break time, and Rena, Philip, and a few other classmates were gathered around Chloe, chatting away.

Standing by the window outside the classroom, Grant saw Chloe through the glass. She looked really happy, talking and gesturing with Philip. They were pretty close, and Philip occasionally leaned in closer to Chloe.

The closeness between them made the usually composed Grant feel a stab of jealousy. He just couldn't stand Chloe talking to other guys, especially Philip. There was always a nagging fear that Philip was just waiting for the right moment to swoop in and steal Chloe from him.

Chloe was so into the conversation that she didn't notice Grant standing outside with a cold expression. Luckily, Rena spotted him and quickly told Chloe, "Chloe, your uncle is here..."

"Which uncle?" Chloe turned around and locked eyes with Grant.

Chloe was puzzled. Wasn't this supposed to be work time? Why was Grant at the school looking for her? Could something important have happened? But even so, he shouldn't have come, right? Couldn't he just send a message if something was up?

Grant strode into the classroom with large steps. His height, combined with his maturity, created a strong presence that instantly filled the room. As soon as he entered, the overwhelming aura he exuded made all the boys in the class feel a sense of pressure.

"Why are you here?" Grant's sudden appearance made Chloe a bit embarrassed.

Grant didn't answer her question. He knelt in front of Chloe and grabbed her leg. When his large hand held Chloe's calf, she felt a tingling sensation, as if she had been electrified. Her body stiffened instantly. Never having been touched by a man like this, she was at a loss.

Grant said, "You injured your leg and didn't tell us. Do you know how much suffering a leg injury can cause if it leaves a lasting problem? Sit still, don't move. I'll apply some ointment."

While scolding Chloe, Grant rolled up her pant leg, found the bruise on her knee, and took out some ointment. He used his fingertips to gently apply it to Chloe's knee. With surprising tenderness, he used his fingertips to gently apply it to the bruise. The cool ointment provided immediate relief when it touched Chloe's swollen skin. Grant's long fingers seemed to work magic, sending waves of warmth and a strange excitement through Chloe with every touch.

It took a while for Grant to finish applying the ointment. He carefully placed Chloe's leg back down, rolled down her pant leg, and then stood up to lecture her. "You're an adult now. You should know how to take care of yourself. Keep this ointment and apply it if it hurts."

Bewildered, Chloe accepted the ointment Grant offered. She was still trying to process his sudden concern. What was Grant up to? Yesterday, he didn't show any concern when he made her clean the swimming pool. Now he rushed over to give her ointment for her injured leg? What did this mean-a punishment followed by compensation? Grant said, "Alright, I'm leaving now. I'll come to pick you up for lunch after school." After saying this, Grant turned and left, shooting Philip a cold glare. Startled, Philip wondered how he had provoked the big boss; he didn't think he had.

Philip was startled by Grant's intense gaze. He thought to himself that he hadn't done anything to provoke Grant, had he?noveldrama

But what did Grant's glare mean? Could he be interested in him? The notion made him shiver. No way-Philip knew his own sexual orientation was straight. He didn't want to even entertain the idea of Grant being interested in him.

As soon as Grant left the classroom, the female students, still in a daze, quickly surrounded Chloe. Assuming that Grant was a relative of Chloe's, the female classmates gathered around her tightly, eager to learn more about the connection between the two.

"Hey, Chloe, how old is he? He's so handsome!"

"Yeah, does he have a girlfriend? If not, can you introduce him to me?"