Chapter 14
Madeline stood on her porch, waiting for her ride from Lance Grant to come.
She was wearing a knee-length skirt and a white blouse. She also didn’t wear her doll-like makeup because she thought it was unnecessary, but she kept her necessary makeup inside her bag, just in case Mr. Grant wanted her to doll up for their meeting.
She looked more like a beautiful secretary than the shameless seductress she portrayed on TV. With her natural beauty, she should’ve been a woman worthy of fawning from men.
Unfortunately, she had been reduced to nothing but a piece of meat for many men and a witch worthy of getting burned to death by many women.
Madeline checked her phone, as she was busy continuing her activity from last night.
She spent the whole night scrolling through the internet to find any information regarding Lance Grant and his family.
Unfortunately, Lance Grant had no social media. He kept his and his family’s lives private. So she could only get a little formal information about them.
He came from the Grant Family, an old money family with deep connections. He has two brothers and one sister, and he was the second son.
"His parents have noble titles in the UK as well. I don’t think things will be simple between us," Madeline mumbled as she kept reading about all the information she had gathered.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t dig any deeper than just a brief introduction about this family, as if they intentionally controlled the media, so she couldn’t pry too much.
She suddenly heard a honk as she got busy reading through her phone.
She looked up and saw a Rolls Royce Ghost parked in front of her house. A tall and burly man in his early fifties came out of the car.