Rural Belle & Three Heirs

After dropping off Vesper, Grant drove back to his villa.

On the way, Anissa called him.

"Hey, Grantie, did you have a good chat with Ms. Blackwood?"

"Ms. Blackwood is very nice, gentle, and classy. I like her and want her to be your wife."

Anissa made her intentions clear to Grant over the phone.

Grant frowned, clearly displeased with Anissa's behavior.

He retorted sharply, "Mom, if you want her to be your son's wife, then have another son."

"Anyway, I won't have anything to do with her."

Anissa was furious, almost ready to explode.

What was Grant saying? She was in her fifties; how could she possibly have another child?

"Grantie, how can you talk to me like that? I'm your mother. I introduced Ms. Blackwood to you for your own good."

"Ms. Blackwood is stable and gentle, much better than that reckless Chloe. Why can't you see that?"

Anissa's rant made Grant's head ache. He hit the mute button and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, ignoring her.

If Anissa wanted to rant, she could go ahead.

Grant turned onto a small road, just a few blocks from his villa.

As he turned, he suddenly saw Isidora with a man. They were arm in arm, talking intimately.

Isidora seemed very happy, standing on tiptoe to give the man a light kiss on the cheek.

Grant saw this and smirked coldly. No wonder Isidora hadn't been bothering him lately; she had found someone new.noveldrama

This was good. At least Isidora's presence wouldn't cause any misunderstandings between Chloe and him.

Grant didn't care and was about to speed away when the man with Isidora turned around. Upon seeing the man's face, Grant's mind went blank.

Quentin?

The man Isidora was kissing was Quentin?

Grant was furious.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hand forming a fist. He floored the gas pedal, glaring coldly as Isidora and Quentin walked into the upscale neighborhood.

He couldn't believe his father, Quentin, was involved with Isidora.

Quentin was in his fifties, old enough to be Isidora's father. How could he be with her?

And Isidora, what was she after? His age? His lack of hygiene? Or his shares in the Martin Group?

Unprecedented anger filled Grant's heart.

He hated Quentin's infidelity and Isidora's shamelessness. It was all Giselle's fault. If she hadn't brought Isidora into the Martin Family, how could Isidora have gotten involved with Quentin?

Grant got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and then called Liam.

"Liam, I remember Dad has a large apartment in Willowbrook Community, right?"

Liam replied, "Yes, I was with Dad when he got the keys."

"Send me the apartment number..."

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"Sure thing. Is everything okay?" Liam asked casually.

Grant, looking grim, replied, "Just send it!"

Then Grant drove away.

The night wind was cold, and his emotions were all over the place. He didn't close the car window, feeling that only the cold wind on his face could clear his mind.

When he returned to his villa, Chloe was already asleep.

His slightly chilled body slipped into bed, and Chloe instinctively hugged his waist. Half-asleep, Chloe mumbled, "Grantie, you're back?"

"You're so cold. Let me warm you up."

Chloe snuggled into Grant's arms, and as his cold body touched her skin, his anger slowly subsided.

Chloe sensed his displeasure and woke up a bit, asking, "Grantie, is your mom pressuring you again?"

Grant shook his head. "No."

Chloe didn't believe him. She reached out and touched Grant's face.

She said, "It's okay. If you're under pressure, you can tell me. I know your mom doesn't

like me. As long as you like me, I'm willing to be with you."

Grant felt inexplicably moved by Chloe's words.

He pulled Chloe closer into his arms.

"It's not that. It really has nothing to do with you, Chloe. Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll always be with you."

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Chloe's heart warmed at Grant's comforting words.

She wrapped her arms around Grant's waist and murmured, "Grantie, I love you too."

They held each other tightly, feeling that only this way could they truly rely on each other.

The next morning, Chloe woke up to find Grant had already gone to work.

When Chloe went downstairs, the maid Grant had hired had already prepared

breakfast, and the driver who took Chloe to school was waiting in the yard.

The maid said to Chloe, "Miss Davis, Mr. Martin's company is very busy. He left for work early. He asked me to make your favorite breakfast."

"Thank you."

Chloe sat at the dining table, waiting for the maid to serve breakfast.

After eating a little, Chloe went to school.

In the afternoon, Moira, who rarely contacted Chloe, suddenly called her.

She invited Chloe to a party.

"Chloe, there's a pretty high-end party tonight. Come with me?" Moira, a few years

older than Chloe, always seemed much more mature.

Chloe didn't have many friends in Sovereign City, and Moira had always looked out for

her.

Chloe wasn't interested in parties, so she declined.

"Moira, you know I don't like parties. How about I skip this one?"

Hearing Chloe's refusal, Moira complained, "I don't want to go either. Those parties are the worst. But I have to; it's work my dad gave me. Please, Chloe, come with me?"