Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca had been looking expectantly at Matthew with her hair soft, and that last line of his broke her. Matthew had already walked down first.

Blanca made a face at his back, sticking her tongue out and pushing her nose up. Then Matthew suddenly turned around and reminded her, “Think up a way to deal with the rumors from yesterday.”

“…” S-so he saw everything?

What, was the Empire Group’s PR team just for show?

Blanca suppressed her internal emotions, slunk out of bed, washed, and got changed. She was in a proper blouse and skirt this time, and Matthew was waiting for her below the stairs.

She ate, finishing the deal slowly. Then Curtis jogged over, his expression anxious. The moment he stepped inside, he said frantically, “Bad news, Mr. Grant.”

In the phone video, Kylie’s tear-streaked face was turned to the camera. She was sniffling. “I was friends of many years with Blanca. We met each other in high school, but she dropped out after going there for a year. Oh… right, Blanca’s family is poor, and she just has a grandmother, but that can’t stop her from leading a good life! I’m begging you, don’t spread these rumors around anymore. She managed to get to where she is today, and yesterday was just an accident. It’s not all smooth sailing between best friends, you know?”

On the way to the office, Matthew was emotionless and expressionless.

Blanca ground her teeth. That Kylie was stuck to her like a cowpat!

“Thought of what to say later yet?”

Matthew suddenly turned to look at her Blanca hesitated and nodded.

An hour ago, they’d seen at home how Kylie was sobbing and begging the reporters not to dig up Blanca’s past – all while spilling everything about Blanca’s past herself.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Well, so what, Blanca was honest and upstanding enough for both of them!

She grimaced, and the car rolled to a stop before the Empire Group Building. Reporters with their cameras were surrounding the area, but couldn’t get close with the bodyguards there.

“They’re here!”

Somebody called out, and the reporters swarmed. Blanca had been prepared, but she still shivered upon seeing the sight.

“Frightened?” A low voice rang out by her ear.

“Heh. I, Blanca Roach, have never been frightened.” Blanca shot Matthew a mild look, her fingers brushing the pendant on her neck.

The moment the car door opened, the reporters shoved the cameras and microphones in Blanca’s face.

Blanca frowned, but she still kept polite.

“Mrs. Grant, do you know Miss Kylie Farley?”

“Did you do all the things she said you did? We found that your ex-boyfriend went by the name of Todd Small. How did you snag Mr. Grant?”

“Please face our questions! Are you the same as depicted in the video?”

“…”

Matthew looked at how Blanca stood unshaken, and grew more appreciative of her. Faced with outsiders, though, he still walked up and draped one arm over Blanca’s shoulder, giving her plenty of an image boost out there.