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.

Martin family any longer. I want to

voice, amplified by Chloe's speakerphone, rang out clearly. "Go home? Three hot guys around you every day, and you still wanna bail? What's the deal? Stick

sprawled on the bed, retorted, "Zara, do you even have a heart?

you? Not at all. We're best friends, not a couple. Why would

you're the worst," Chloe muttered, her irritation blending with a trace of

new show is amazing, and he's gotten even hotter

Michael for almost a month and had seen his face every day. To her, his looks weren't all that impressive. His constant nagging certainly didn't help his case. "Chloe, since you're with Michael every day, can you

"No way. Zara, you're so young and not even studying well. Why are you fangirling over celebrities? Don't you know their personas are all fake?" Zara sighed dreamily. "But I

you've betrayed me for Michael, I guess you'll have to get your

Her assumption that the president of the Martin Group would expend resources just to keep her happy might have irritated him if it were anyone else. But with Chloe, it seemed reasonable. Spending a bit more to maintain her contentment and presence in the

Grant in the living room, reading the newspaper. Clad in comfortable loungewear, he appeared far more relaxed than in his usual formal attire. "Morning," he greeted her as she

"Morning," she replied.

Still hurt?" Grant asked, his