Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 6

As they walked through the front entrance of the hotel, Jolene steadily held onto the smile on her face. She escorted Mrs. Evert to her car. Right before she could shut the door, the woman reached for her hand once more.

“Tomorrow night at seven o’clock. Go to the cafe on the first floor of Lofan Company. Don’t forget, Miss Marsh”

“Thank you, Mrs. Evert, I’ll definitely be there,” she answered obediently.

At last, the car drove off with Mrs. Evert. However, Jolene’s smile still stayed put. Bowen and Viona were still getting ready to leave.

It wasn’t until Bowen’s car left did she finally allow herself to relax. She felt her entire body slump forward.

Mrs. Evert’s message couldn’t have been clearer.

As she was worried that she’d be an obstacle to Bowen and Viona’s marriage, the woman was more than eager to get rid of her.

Although the blind date was a kind gesture, it also had an

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ulterior motive.

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The son of the Evert family’s gardener.

She was always going to be one place below them. It was her destiny.

She wasn’t angry, though. After all, it was normal to have different classes. It was simply a fact of history.

Knowing one’s place was for the best.

your

long sigh that she’d been bottling up, Jolene trekked

seat, she didn’t

she

as she got home, prepared herself a bowl of noodles. She should’ve been starving but instead found herself struggling to finish even half

pen atop

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he took it out last night and forgot

inside her bag. She’ll

like he’ll be coming to visit.

rules and stayed the night. Maybe it was his

to bed, Jolene decided to call her mother.

mother’s voice was low. “He’s still up. Are you doing

was referring to was Jolene’s

her eyes, she thought he was the incarnation of

that he’d been the one to raise her and her brother. It was because of him that they’d been able to

she hung

take long before she drifted off into a deep sleep.

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awoke to her doorbell being

sleeper, she

and spotted a

Was that… Bowen?

glanced at the clock ticking away on her wall. 1:30

is he doing here at

more presentable outfit, she hurried downstairs and yanked open

and Bowen’s clothes were slightly damp.

question his abrupt appearance at such a late hour, his arms