Rural Belle & Three Heirs

Seeing Chloe all scared and trembling, Grant couldn't help but feel smug. Finally, the fearless Chloe was showing some fear. Her wide, anxious eyes made him want to

protect her, but he kept his face stern, hiding his satisfaction. This time, he had to teach Chloe a lesson. She needed to understand that messing with the Martin Family heirs came with consequences.

"Grantie, it was my fault today. I apologize," Chloe said, her voice shaky.

Grant didn't react, and Chloe's voice grew even softer. She wanted to reach out and grab his arm but chickened out at the last second. The usually bold Chloe was now completely unsure of herself.

She pulled out her phone and texted Nicholas: [Grandpa, I want to go home. I got into big trouble.]

Nicholas wasn't fazed by her plea for help. [What kind of trouble? Did you poke a hole in the sky?] he replied.

[No, Grandpa, I offended the three heirs. Judging by their angry looks, they probably want to beat me up. I want to go back to our home. I'm scared.] Chloe texted back.

She thought acting all pitiful would make her grandpa feel sorry for her and let her come back home. But Nicholas's reply shocked her: [Oh, you just offended them? It's not like you ruined their family. If they dare hit you, hit them back. To be the future mistress, you have to show strength. Don't be afraid; go for it. As long as you don't kill them, I'll always be on your side.]

Reading this, Chloe felt like she was doomed. Her grandpa was crazy, putting her in danger like this. Forget it, she couldn't rely on him.

Since that was the case, she decided to change her strategy. Chloe straightened up, cleared her throat, and went from scared to "what can you do to me" in an instant.

Grant, who was driving, saw Chloe's defiant look in the rearview mirror and started to wonder. Did she find some backup after sending those messages? Even if she did, she still needed a good lesson.

Half an hour later, Grant dragged Chloe into the Martin Mansion's living room, his grip firm and unrelenting. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that added to the oppressive atmosphere. Soon, the three heirs were all there, surrounding her. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating.

Chloe kept thinking. If these three attacked her, who should she hit first? Her eyes darted between them, assessing her options.

Liam? Sure, his motorcycle skills were trash, but Chloe wasn't sure if he could throw a punch. Would she regret it if she went after him first? She couldn't gauge his physical strength just by looking at him.

Michael? The guy was a film star, all delicate and stuff. Maybe he was the easiest target? His polished appearance and refined demeanor made him seem less threatening, but was that just a facade?

Grant? No way. Chloe had tangled with him before, and he was no pushover. Going after him first was a bad idea. She remembered their previous encounters vividly; he was strong and relentless, not someone to be underestimated.

Her thoughts whirled as she considered her options, the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

Just then, Liam piped up, his voice filled with frustration, "Hey, ugly girl, what the heck happened today? You told me I'd meet my idol at the orphanage, but I ended up scrubbing toilets all day!"

Chloe flashed a sheepish grin, her eyes darting around nervously. "Didn't you meet her?" she asked, trying to deflect some of the tension.

Liam's face twisted in annoyance. "Yeah, I did. She said two things to me: 'Mr. Martin, clean the toilet,' and 'Mr. Martin, see you next time.""

Liam had hoped to chat with his idol, but it was a total bust. He felt like he wasted his time and money.

"Oh, come on, she talked to you. I promised you'd meet her and get a chance to chat. If you can't grab her attention, that's your problem, not mine. Don't blame the wind for your inability to sail, got it?"

Chloe's snarky comeback left Liam speechless. She kinda had a point.

Seeing Liam shut up, Michael stepped in. "Chloe, what about me? You said we were going to volunteer at the orphanage, but you never mentioned donating money or that there'd be so many reporters. I showed up with a mop and a rag. Don't you think that messes with my image? You better explain, or you'll regret it."

Michael looked like he was ready to tear Chloe apart. Chloe thought for a second and then calmly said, "Did I ask you to donate money? That was your kind heart at work. As for the reporters, you're a star-handsome and popular-so they're bound to follow you. Your image of holding a mop and rag, being so down-to-earth and kind-hearted, will bring you tons of fans. You can't take the perks and still act like you're at a loss."

Michael's anger started to fade. She had a point. He was handsome and popular, and helping the orphanage was a good deed that would only boost his image. In the end, he gained more than he lost.

As for the donation, it was just the cost of a suit for him, no big deal.

Seeing his two younger brothers being swayed by Chloe, Grant sighed and shook his head. He coldly asked Chloe, "What about me? What trick did you pull on me?"