She walked toward the stairs.
"Jean, your brother just hopes you won’t be so hard on yourself. Try to look on the bright side. There are plenty of good n in the world, not just Ethan Ellsworth. Don’t be so extre," Mrs. Grant called out to stop her.
She didn’t react, walking up the stairs one step at a ti.
Once upstairs, she sat on her bed, staying quiet for a few minutes.
Then, she took out her phone. "Hello, is this the Valiant Club? I’d like to hire you to do sothing for secretly. Of course, it pays very well. I’ll pay you half now, and the other half after the job is done—"
*
Nora Ainsworth knew Quentin Grant had returned to the country. She sat there alone, mulling things over. ’Am I being held prisoner here?’ she wondered.
They hadn’t even given her any way to communicate with the outside world.
She was incredibly bored.
In the evening, she left her room to take a walk.
She found herself outside Walsh’s window and overheard the conversation inside.
"Master, President Grant has left. Did he leave that Miss Ainsworth behind?" It sounded like Walsh’s apprentice.
"He’ll be back tomorrow."
"Master, what are you developing now? Will the ovulation-inducing drug work on Miss Ainsworth?" the apprentice asked again.
Walsh said languidly, "How will we know if it works if we don’t try? Besides, President Grant just wants her body conditioned as quickly as possible. Then, all it will take is one drugged drink, and he’ll be able to sit back and do whatever he pleases. Pregnancy is just a matter of ti."
Hearing this, Nora Ainsworth cursed Quentin Grant a thousand tis over in her head.
She quietly slipped back to her room.
She began to grow agitated.
’I knew it,’ she thought. ’Locking in here... it was never for anything good. Using dical treatnt as a pretext to get pregnant?’
’There isn’t even a single window!’
After thinking it over and over, Nora Ainsworth decided she couldn’t just sit back and wait for the worst to happen.
She had long since noticed the diamond ring on her hand. It looked incredibly valuable, sothing she could pawn if she needed money.
So, taking nothing but so food and water, Nora Ainsworth snuck to a deserted spot in the backyard. She scrambled up the wall with all her might and jumped down on the other side.
She was in a forest. Clutching a flashlight, she ran as fast as she could.
She rested when she grew tired but never dared to stop for long.
She had no idea where she was; she just kept running.
It was pitch black, without another soul in sight.
After running for a long ti, she finally ca across a village. But she didn’t dare stop there, deciding to press on to a market town before resting.
Walking and resting in turns, she finally reached a market town by dawn.
She went to several jewelry shops, but none of them could even give her a price for the ring.
Finally, Nora Ainsworth pawned the ring for one hundred thousand in cash.
If she knew the ring was worth tens of millions, she would have probably felt like the world’s biggest fool.
With the one hundred thousand in cash, she boarded a bus.
She had managed to escape, but Walsh was frantic.
He imdiately called Quentin Grant.
Quentin Grant rushed back, arriving by ten in the morning.
He sent n to search everywhere, but they only turned up one lead.
"Young Master, a jewelry shop owner said a young woman ca in early this morning trying to pawn an expensive diamond ring. He didn’t have enough cash, so he couldn’t take it."
Quentin Grant was exasperated. "Search every single jewelry shop in this town," he ordered imdiately.
Half an hour later, they finally found a lead.
"Reporting, Young Master. It was indeed Miss Ainsworth. I’ve reviewed the surveillance footage. She traded the diamond ring for one hundred thousand in cash and left."
"One hundred thousand? She sold it for that little," Quentin Grant scoffed. "What are you standing around for?! Get that ring back! Go and buy it back now!"
When the ring was in his hands, he confird it was indeed the one he had bought for her. The one on his own hand was its pair.
They were a matching pair. He had put it on her finger himself not long ago.
"I want a full-scale manhunt. Issue a global missing person alert. Release her photo. The bigger the spectacle, the better. Just say this: The Grant Family’s Young Madam, Nora Ainsworth, has run away from ho! There will be a massive reward for the person who finds her!" Quentin Grant commanded. ’Let’s see just how far you can run.’
And just like that, his move made global headlines.
It was the top story in publications of every language.
Alveria’s most eligible bachelor had personally confird that the rising starlet Nora Ainsworth was his girlfriend, though whether they had already registered their marriage was unknown.
The internet went into a frenzy. Female netizens wailed in jealousy, lanting that Nora Ainsworth didn’t know what was good for her. How could she reject such a rich, handso man and even run away from ho!
What had the world co to?
Leon Lynch, who had been keeping a low profile lately, was delighted by the news. ’It’s not that I want to take advantage of her situation,’ he thought, ’I just want to know why the hell Nora Ainsworth ran away from ho.’
And so, Leon Lynch also sent his own n to search for any trace of Nora Ainsworth.
「In the Ainsworth family’s courtyard.」
Sharon Ainsworth sat on a chair, sunbathing and munching on sunflower seeds.
Seeing Nicholas Ainsworth return, she called out, "Brother, did you hear? That fool Nora Ainsworth actually ran away from Young Master Grant."
Nicholas Ainsworth hadn’t seen Nora Ainsworth in a long ti, but he had already seen the news about it.
"You should just worry about yourself and stop ddling," he said.
"I an, are all these rich young masters blind? Look at the people they choose. The socialites are nothing special, either. The rich should stick with the rich. Just look at Jean Grant and that social climber she found. He ate her food, drank her wine, used her things, and spent her money, even dragging his whole family along for the ride. In the end, he used her money to cheat on her with other won. It’s a huge scandal in our circle now. To fail that spectacularly as a woman is really sothing else!"
Nicholas Ainsworth shot her a look. "You’re one to talk. Aren’t you wrapped up in your own scandal? Just give it a rest."
"What do you an? And let tell you, Brother, the company is stable now. You need to listen to Dad and find a woman to marry. If you don’t get married, it makes it hard for to get married."
"No one is stopping you from getting married. I’ve already heard all about you and that boss of yours. You made such a scene that you even caused his divorce. Sharon, do you really think he’s going to marry you?"
Sharon Ainsworth tossed her sunflower seed shells aside and said sheepishly, "We broke up a few days ago. Don’t ntion him to ever again. I’m still young. I have plenty of n to choose from."
Nicholas Ainsworth said gravely, "See? He divorced his wife, but he still wouldn’t marry you. In fact, he broke up with you. I just hope you’ll find a dependable man, soone you can rely on. Stop being so reckless."
Sharon Ainsworth pouted. "Well, I’d have to actually et a dependable man first. I’m not like Nora Ainsworth, who just stumbles into having a man like Young Master Grant looking out for her. If I had a man like him, I’d be more than happy. But the problem is, there aren’t any more like him, are there?"
Nicholas Ainsworth couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. "n like him are a rare breed. If every woman thought like you, then no one would ever get married."
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