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 boundaries.

up, Jolene trekked over to

into her seat, she didn’t move for a

she

she got home, prepared herself a bowl of noodles. She should’ve been starving but instead found herself

eyes landed on a slim fountain pen atop the table. It

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it out last night and forgot to retrieve it before

a moment of thought, she carefully placed it inside her

like he’ll be coming

he’d broken his own rules and stayed the night. Maybe it was

Jolene decided to call

her mother’s voice was low. “He’s still up. Are you doing okay? I’ll call you

referring to

was the

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

she hung up the

she drifted off into a deep sleep.

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she awoke

sleeper, she

a tall figure

Was that… Bowen?

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

here at this hour?

she hurried downstairs

been drizzling outside, and Bowen’s clothes were slightly

a late hour, his arms