Chapter 340: Chapter 339: Fragrant Grass? Like You?
The man’s warm breath washed over her face—sexy, alluring, and utterly devilish. Her cheeks flushed instantly.
The Princess stared blankly for a long moment before his question registered.
Looking at the man’s gentle, refined smile, she knew exactly what to do.
’No one finds out who I am and doesn’t try to suck up to me.’
’This man must think I’m absolutely right.’
’Besides, all men have a common flaw: after a breakup, they love to trash their exes.’
’What Leona Grant said earlier was just for the cameras. He was probably faking it.’
Because Leona Grant was from Celestia, the press conference had been conducted in Celestian, and the two of them had continued speaking it.
A flicker of excitement crossed the Princess’s eyes as she continued, "I’m talking about that ungrateful ex-wife of yours, of course. From what you said earlier, did she reject you and get with someone else?
"Tsk, tsk. She must be incurably stupid, terminally blind. Mr. Grant, there’s no need to waste your time on someone so shameless. Doesn’t Celestia have a saying? ’There are plenty of other fish in the sea.’"
Leona Grant leaned in closer. "Other fish? Like you?"
’Yes, you’re a fish, alright,’ he thought. ’A bottom-feeder.’
The Princess’s face grew redder. She quickly turned away, her voice now soft and delicate. She was like a completely different person from the woman who had just been criticizing Annabelle Linton.
She cooed coquettishly, "I didn’t say that..."
’But if you want to think that, I certainly don’t mind, hahaha.’
Leona Grant let out another soft chuckle. An icy, sinister glint flashed in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant, too fast to catch.
He pulled open the car door and said like a gentleman, "Let’s go. Time for dinner."
The Princess was overjoyed. ’Did he just... agree?’
Her ladies-in-waiting and guards were following behind. She gave them a dismissive wave and said elegantly, "You may all return. I will be having dinner with Mr. Grant tonight."
She put special emphasis on the word "tonight," her implication obvious.
The ladies-in-waiting exchanged a look and replied with suggestive smiles, "Yes, Your Highness."
The two of them got in the car.
Leona Grant thoughtfully put on a song—a symphony.
The prelude was elegant, long, and beautiful to the ear.
Music, a handsome man... The Princess closed her eyes in enjoyment, feeling as if this were all a dream.
She had truly never seen a more perfect man than Leona Grant. Compared to him, all those celebrity heartthrobs and noble princes on TV seemed dull.
Leona Grant glanced at the woman’s happy face in the rearview mirror, a profound look in his eyes. He said softly, "Hold on tight, Princess. The roads here are a bit rough."
"Alright." She gave him a gentle smile. "Actually, Mr. Grant, you don’t have to be so formal. You can just call me Becky."
"Hah."
As they sat there, she didn’t forget to lay on the flattery. "Mr. Grant, you’re the most handsome, most perfect man I’ve ever met. Your ex-wife..."
The moment Leona Grant heard the words "ex-wife," his eyes darkened, and he slammed his foot on the accelerator.
VROOOM—
The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Becky’s eyes flew wide open, and she frantically fumbled for her seatbelt. "Mr. Grant, slow down! Can you please slow down?!"
Leona Grant only pressed harder on the gas.
In the quiet night, the screech of tires against the pavement and the woman’s screams were jarring.
The elegant symphony playing in the car suddenly sounded impassioned and intense, a blood-pumping, soul-stirring score for the chaos.
Paired with a speed that felt like he was driving drunk, Becky felt like her heart was about to leap out of her throat.
’Holy shit, holy shit!’
Tears streamed down her face, her heart hammered in her chest, and her lips twitched. It felt like a stampede of a million f***ing alpacas in her head. She desperately wanted to crawl back into her mother’s womb and start all over!
She screamed, "Stop! Stop the car—"
