Mr. CEO, You Look Strangely Familiar

After a drowsy afternoon, she reapplied her makeup and went downstairs. As she reached the hotel entrance, the sight of Charlotte Young walking toward her made her stop in her tracks.

”Miss Ainsworth, you didn’t reply to my texts and you blocked my calls. So, I had no choice but to come find you here.”

Nora Ainsworth pretended not to see her and kept walking, passing her without stopping.

Charlotte Young turned and quickly grabbed her. ”Nora Ainsworth, wait.”

Nora Ainsworth quickened her pace, completely ignoring her.

Nora walked ahead while Charlotte chased after her, growing breathless. Watching Nora enter the film set, Charlotte had no choice but to return to her car.

By the time Nora Ainsworth finished filming, night had fallen. Just as she left the set, she saw Charlotte waiting for her at the intersection again.

As she passed, Charlotte Young grabbed her arm. ”Nora Ainsworth, I’m not messing with you this time. I really need to talk to you about something.”

”You may be interested in talking, but I’m not interested in listening. Charlotte Young, crying wolf once is enough.”

”Nora Ainsworth, did you know? Quentin Grant has only ever loved you.”

Nora Ainsworth scoffed. ”And what makes you say that?”

”If he didn’t love you, why would he display the numbers and symbols on his license plate so clearly? Even I could see it.”

”Is that all you came here to tell me?” She said no more and simply left.

”Nora Ainsworth!”

She ignored the shouts behind her and walked toward the hotel entrance. Before she could even reach the door, a mob of crazed fans suddenly rushed out, surrounding Nora Ainsworth and launching an attack.

Zeke Marshall, who had been following from a short distance, saw what was happening and immediately started shouting, pulling at the young girls in an attempt to free Nora Ainsworth from the mob. But it was no use; dozens of rebellious-looking girls unyieldingly rained punches and kicks down on her.

Within a minute, dozens of security guards rushed out from the hotel, finally stopping the crazed fans’ assault.

Although Nora Ainsworth was trained, one person was no match for an attack by dozens.

Luckily, her face was unharmed, but she had been kicked in the stomach and shins and was probably bruised.

Zeke Marshall helped her up. ”Nora, are you okay?”

”I’m fine.”

Chloe Marshall and Ethan Ellsworth, having heard what happened, also rushed over.

”Nora, are you hurt? You lunatics!” Chloe Marshall was agitated. Looking at the fans being held back by security, she forgot her position as Ethan Ellsworth’s assistant and yelled, ”What gives you the right to attack someone! Did your parents raise you to do whatever the hell you want?”

A woman with a wild mop of hair scoffed, ”Get lost! Who the hell do you think you are? Stop sticking your fucking nose where it doesn’t belong!”

Chloe Marshall took a deep breath. ”Fuck you! Who the hell do you think *you* are! What gives you the right to lead a mob to attack my sister!”

”Heh— on what grounds? On the grounds that she hit my idol, Ryan! We’re all his fans! So what!”

”Is this how you support your idol? By being thugs? Since you’re all so bold, why don’t you come at me one by one?” Chloe Marshall looked at them seriously.

The woman with the wild hair scoffed, ”Scared of you? Bring it on!”

She was the first to step forward, lunging to grab Chloe Marshall’s hair. Chloe’s eyes flashed as she caught the woman’s wrist, twisted her arm back, and sent her flying with a shoulder throw. It was just that easy.

The woman’s aggressive energy was completely extinguished. The fall hurt, but she slowly got back to her feet.

”You’ve had training?”

Chloe Marshall smiled confidently. ”A whole group of you ganging up on one person, what’s so tough about that? You can’t even beat me, and you thought you could take on Nora? Go home and practice some more. Don’t embarrass yourselves!”

Nora Ainsworth calmly called out to her, ”Chloe, there’s no point in talking to crazed fans.”

Chloe Marshall turned and walked toward her. ”Nora, let’s go. We’re going back.”

Ethan Ellsworth, wearing a mask, stood a short distance away, remaining an observer throughout.

’It wasn’t his place to intervene in this matter. Someone else would naturally step up.’

’He was confident no reporter would dare write a sensationalized story about this.’

’Because he had just made a call to the man named Grant.’

”Nora, if only you had waited for me,” Zeke Marshall said, blaming himself. ”If I had been with you, they wouldn’t have dared to be so audacious.”

”Yeah, Nora. When you finish work, you should let Zeke trail you. He’s with you to protect you.”

Nora Ainsworth was tired. ”Okay.”

Back on the eighth floor, Chloe Marshall was worried. ”Nora, let me stay with you tonight.”

”No need, Chloe. I’ll be fine if I just bolt the door. You should all go back to your own rooms. I’m going to sleep.” She walked toward room 803, her legs cramping with pain. But as a public figure, she knew that in a public setting, no matter how innocent she was, she would be the one to be blamed. That was the only reason she hadn’t fought back earlier.

She pushed the door open, bolted it shut, and weakly took out the first-aid kit. When she took off her pants, she saw a large, dark bruise on her shin.

She applied some ointment and lay there, not wanting to move a muscle.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, her phone rang. She answered with her eyes still closed, her voice weak. ”Hello.”

”Open the door.”

Her eyes shot open.

”What?”

”Open the door,” he repeated.

Nora Ainsworth threw back the covers, slipped on her slippers, got out of bed, and turned the lock. CLICK! The door opened.

There he stood, handsome as ever, still dressed in his black overcoat.

”It’s Thursday.”

He stepped directly inside and closed the door behind him.

”I said, it’s Thursday!”

”I know. Are you hurt?” he asked, looking her up and down.

She told him the truth. ”My stomach hurts a little, and my shin is bruised.”

Quentin Grant took off his black overcoat, revealing a suit underneath. He pushed her down to sit on the edge of the bed and moved aside her sleep robe. The mark on her shin was glaringly obvious.

Looking at the large bruise, Quentin Grant scoffed, ”I sent you to that hellish training camp, not on vacation. Don’t you know how to fight back?”

Nora Ainsworth said nothing, just looked at him.

”I’m asking you a question.”

”I’m a celebrity. I can’t do that.”

He yanked the covers open, pushed her further into the bed, and started to take off his own shoes.

”Mr. Grant, this isn’t your territory.”

”I know,” he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

”Then why are you getting in the bed?”

”Because I want to.”

His blunt reply revealed his domineering nature.

”We had an agreement. Twice a week. You can’t go back on your word.” She looked at him, making it obvious she didn’t want him there.

”I didn’t touch you last night. Therefore, not touching you can be exchanged for three nights of just sleeping.”

’What kind of twisted logic is that?’

”Fine. You sleep here, then. I’ll go sleep with Chloe.” She started to get out of bed but was stopped by him.

”I forbid it,” he said, holding her tightly.

”Fine. Then behave yourself. Don’t move around.”

Quentin Grant held her with a wronged expression, having no other choice.

Ever since Mrs. Marshall found out Jean Grant was pregnant with a girl, her attitude toward Jean had returned to its usual state: a chilly indifference that dropped the temperature in the house to around freezing.

Jean Grant could feel the change in her heart.

Seeing that it was past eight o’clock and Marlon Marshall still hadn’t returned, she started to worry and dialed his number.