Chapter 4: The Last Match and the Real Heartbreak

I might show up, but I won’t grovel. My spirit’s still standing tall!

No, my body can’t bow either.

I entered Grant’s office fearlessly, looking proud as if I’d just helped an old lady cross the street.

Arrive on time, leave on time—this salary isn’t worth another minute here.

"My mom gave me five million as a marriage fund—I have to get married this year."

Five million—what does that even mean? I imagined myself working since the Prohibition Era to earn that much.

After that, Grant said something else, but I didn’t hear it—my brain was stuck on dollar signs.

"Ms. Carter, I’m talking to you."

"Why are you yelling! I heard you, okay!"

Grant checked the time—it was past office hours.

Urged by Grant, I casually arranged another blind date for him.

The girl started off with: "Savannah, after all these years, you’re still clinging to Grant like a barnacle?"

I could feel her deep malice toward me, like a cold wind.

"Who are you?"

Grant chimed in: "Amber Lee."

What! My nemesis Amber! Back in school, Amber thought I had a crush on her bland male idol...

Now enemies meet, and my molars nearly shattered from grinding.

"Weren’t you called Amy Lane?"

I couldn’t match the beauty in front of me with the Amber I remembered. Plastic surgery and a name change? That’s dedication.

"Call me Amy!"

I made a face. "Nah-nah-nah, I won’t."

Not only that, I wanted to piss her off. I leaned in, grinning.

"Mr. Maddox~ she’s so fierce, how could she be worthy of you?"

Amber stomped her foot in anger.

Once Amber left, my gentle demeanor changed. I puffed up like a prime minister dad in an old sitcom, blocking Grant’s love life.

Luckily, Grant wasn’t as obsessed with Amber as Juliet was with Romeo.

The next day, Amber came to the office with perfect makeup and a box of pastries.

I stopped her in official mode. "Sorry, Mr. Maddox doesn’t eat sweets."

Amber bypassed me. "That’s fine, I brought cheese biscuits too—he’ll love them."

I rushed to block the door again. "Sorry, he lost his sense of taste—right now."

"Since I’m here, let me just say hi to Mr. Maddox."

Amber insisted on barging in, so I desperately blocked her. In the scuffle, I accidentally pushed Amber’s fake nose crooked.

Looking at her deformed nose, I saw tens of thousands in debt waving at me.

Afterwards, Amber really extorted thousands from me. My credit card was crying.

My savings were meager to begin with, now even more so.

I thickened my skin and weakly asked, "Boss, can... the company reimburse me?"

"No reimbursement, and this is a personal grudge."

Hearing that, my anger flared up.

If not for you, would I have run into Amber?

"Fighting is a serious offense. I’m not firing you, you should be grateful."

I was furious—this was all to protect your reputation, Grant!

I see why you live in peace—because I’m carrying the burden for you!

No, I can’t let this go. I need to get my revenge!

I picked someone from the list who’s said to have the worst princess syndrome...

But she didn’t come—instead, a muscular man showed up.

Grant looked at me questioningly: What’s going on?

I shook my head in confusion—this wasn’t part of the plan.

"I’m here for my sister’s blind date, hope you don’t mind?"

A deep, powerful voice shook my brain.

Blind dates can be substituted? That’s a bit...

The muscle man’s face darkened, showing off his biceps.

Grant was impressed by how quickly I chickened out.

Then the muscle man said impatiently: "Let’s just go through the motions."

"No need for that."