Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 32 Offend Me, I'll Knock You Down

"Grantie, I want bags. Tons of them. Buy them for me," Chloe demanded, her voice dripping with entitlement.

Grant exhaled heavily, feeling a strange sense of relief. If only bags could fix all life's problems, things would be effortlessly simple. The Martins were wealthy beyond measure, and since college, Grant had overseen the family's finances. Fulfilling Chloe's request was hardly a challenge.

"Sure," he responded without a moment's hesitation.

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed. That was too easy. Determined to press further, she added, "I want you to come with me to buy them. And I want the fancy, expensive ones!"

Though Chloe tried to embody the role of a gold-digger, she failed to grasp that for a family like the Martins, purchasing a few designer bags was trivial. Even if she wished to empty the entire store, Grant could effortlessly oblige. "Alright, I'm free tomorrow. I'll go with you. As long as you keep happy in the Martin Family, I'll get you as many bags as you want."

Grant's nonchalant assurance left Chloe flabbergasted. Her act of being a gold-digger had indeed flopped spectacularly.

That night, unable to sleep, Chloe turned to her best friend Zara, initiating a video call. In the guest room, Grant was also wrestling with insomnia. Seeking solace, he stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke and inadvertently overheard Chloe's conversation from the nearby room.

up. Can't stay in the Martin family any longer. I want to go home," Chloe lamented,

"Go home? Three hot guys around you every day, and you still wanna bail?

do you even have a heart? It's been twenty-nine days

without missing a beat, "Miss you? Not at all. We're

muttered, her irritation blending with a trace

"Speaking of the Martins, Michael's new

all that impressive. His constant nagging certainly didn't help his case. "Chloe, since you're with Michael every day, can you do me

you fangirling over celebrities? Don't you know their personas are all fake?" Zara sighed dreamily. "But I just like

have to get your bag from him." Zara quickly backtracked. "Chloe, I'm sorry! I love bags, not Michael. Remember, I want the latest LV bag. I love

the girls' conversation, Grant took a drag of his cigarette, bemused. Chloe was planning to give away bags she hadn't even gotten yet. Her assumption that the president of the Martin Group would expend resources just to keep her happy might have irritated him if it

the stairs, she found Grant in the living room, reading the newspaper. Clad in comfortable

"Morning," she replied.

Still hurt?" Grant