Matthew looked at her and noticed her clenched fingers, and the nervous sweat on her brow.
Heâd already investigated her, and knew that she hadnât gone to college at all. She didnât even have a proper job. He could bail her out this time, but he also wanted to see if she could handle it on her own. Compared with a question like that, after all, marrying into his family was definitely a greater challenge.
And more importantly, that was the only way she could protect the identity the jade pendant would one day give her.
There was a full house waiting for Blancaâs answer.
She dipped her head, bit her lower lip, and said honestly, âI didnât go to college. I was sickly as a child, and my studies were intermittent throughout my youth, and I didnât go to school. My granny wrote up study materials for me herself and taught me knowledge.â
Blanca knew the most basic rule of lying, which was to first admit something, and then make things up halfway. It would always be more convincing than outright lies.
As for what sheâd just said, it was true she hadnât gone to college, it wasnât true that she had been sickly, it was true that her studies were intermittent, and it wasnât true that her granny had wrote up study materials for her.
âSeems you had been taken good care of, Mrs. Grant. What kind of work do you do?â the reporter asked on.
Blanca lifted her gaze and smiled humbly. âI draw art.â
The reporters exclaimed in admiration and doled out praise along with other questions about what she drew and if they could look at her great works.
Matthew looked at Blanca, smiling and murmuring, âI wonât bail you out for baseless boasts.â
Blanca glared at him. âI really do draw.â
Only, she drew on other peopleâs houses. Sometimes she drew crosses, sometimes she drew stars, other times she drew ticks.
Crosses meant they werenât marks. Stars meant that they were great targets to steal from. As for ticks, those meant theyâd already entered before.
Matthew narrowed his eyes, worried that she really couldnât hold it in. He looked at Curtis and signaled that he could announce end of the questioning session.
Just as they rose to leave, a shrill female voice rang out from the corner. âMiss Blanca Roach, is it true that you went into prison for theft once?â
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant ï¤Chapter 7 A Sharp-Tongued Wife Accidental love II ï¤Chapter 100 Youâre So Kind Mysterious Mr.Richard ï¤Chapter122 Richard's Stepmother Blanca raised her head sharply. The person whoâd asked that was Kylie.
No wonder sheâd felt like there was a familiar face in the crowd. Kylie had blended her way in.
The reporters churned into a feeding frenzy like sharks smelling blood. All of them piled on Blanca, demanding if she really had a criminal record for stealing.
Blanca stood there, feeling cold, rooted to the spot and endless flashbulbs lit up her beautiful but pale face. She wanted to flip the table and hurl it at the cold-hearted reporters.
Curtis asked Kylie loudly in return, âCan you show you press pass, madam? Weâll sue you for libel!â
Kylie didnât have a press pass, of course, and as for the threat of a lawsuit, the reporters were all dying for a scoop, and the threat fell flat.
All they cared about was if the wife of the head of the Empire Group had a criminal record for theft â if the young mistress of the Grant family had been a juvenile delinquent!
Seeing that she couldnât bear it, Matthew took Blancaâs hand and was about to leave.
Blanca, though, wrenched free of his grip, looked calmly at him, and swept an imperious and contemptuous gaze towards the reporters who wanted to eat her alive.