Chapter 339: Chapter 338: I Will Always Wait for Her
The host hesitated. "Have you never considered getting back together with her? I would think that with your status, there isn’t a woman in this world you couldn’t have."
Leona Grant’s smile remained, but it was laced with a bitterness no one could discern. Sidestepping the question, he said, "I will wait for her, always."
...
The press conference concluded.
Under the cover of night, Leona Grant opened his car door to leave when the Princess’s voice rang out from behind. "Wait, Mr. Grant!"
Leona Grant heard his name and turned, his face an emotionless mask as he looked at the person who had called him.
When the Princess saw Leona Grant turn around, she took a moment to compose herself before walking toward him, unable to suppress her nervousness.
She stood before him, a full head shorter, and said in a delicate voice, "It’s so late. Do you have plans? If not, please allow me to treat you to dinner. Think of it as a thank you for your contributions to our country’s development."
"That won’t be necessary." Leona Grant turned away coldly, intending to get into his car.
’He had no interest in any woman besides Annabelle Linton and had no desire to get involved with them.’
The Princess bit her lip, summoned all her courage, and grabbed his arm. "Mr. Grant," she said, her voice filled with emotion, "I like you. What do you say we try dating?"
Leona Grant coldly pried her hand off his arm, his expression unchanged. "Not a chance."
"Why?"
"I don’t think much of you."
The Princess was speechless.
She wanted to go hide in a bathroom and cry until she passed out.
’I’m the princess of this country, for crying out loud! Commoners don’t even get the chance to be on equal footing with me. If Leona Grant hadn’t taken control of our country’s internet and become such a major player, did he really think I would’ve shown up to this press conference today?’
The Princess bit her lip, embarrassed. Then, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
She crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and said with cool disdain, "That woman you mentioned at the press conference... she’s your ex-wife, isn’t she? A woman with no status, no position, and nothing to look at. Hardly anything special. Is Mr. Grant really content to invest his affections in someone like that? Tsk, tsk. It’s really not worth it."
The Princess deliberately stressed the words "ex-wife."
Her tone was filled with contempt, but it couldn’t hide the sour tang of jealousy.
Someone had delivered a file to her the moment the press conference ended.
To say Annabelle Linton was nothing special and had no looks was a bald-faced lie on the Princess’s part—the words were born of pure, naked jealousy.
No one could see Annabelle Linton’s coldly stunning face and remain indifferent.
She wasn’t wrong about the lack of status and position, though; after all, the Linton Group had been acquired.
’But what good is being beautiful?’
’Men—especially a career-driven man like Leona Grant—naturally put their careers first. I am a princess. Compared to a commoner, isn’t it obvious which one of us could bring him greater benefits?’
’In this world, status is far more important than looks. With status, you have everything. Without it, what’s the point of just having a pretty face?’
In fact, it was precisely because Annabelle Linton’s face was so gorgeous that the Princess felt even more confident.
She believed Leona Grant was captivated by Annabelle Linton’s face and nothing more.
’A pretty face is just a fleeting novelty. And if worse came to worst, I could just have that face ruined, couldn’t I?’
A sinister glint flashed in the Princess’s eyes.
The moment he heard her say words like "hardly anything special" and "not worth it," Leona Grant’s entire demeanor darkened.
’Annabelle... I can’t even bear to scold her, let alone lay a hand on her. What right does anyone else have to speak ill of her?’
Leona Grant yanked at his tie, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and revealing his well-defined collarbones.
He let out a soft chuckle, then casually leaned in close to the Princess. His voice was deceptively casual, almost intimate, as he asked, "You were just saying...? Who was it that’s ’hardly anything special’? And who is ’not worth it’?"
