Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 23

"Not feeling well?" Shanley had just returned from a business trip to Australis when he got the call. Hearing the surprising strength in her voice, he arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure it's you who's not feeling well?"

"Ah? Well, it could be your grandfather," Hannah retorted, her lie exposed but her tone shamelessly defiant. "It doesn't matter who's sick. The point is, you need to be back at the manor by six o'clock today."

"Or else—" Hannah resorted to her usual threat. "You can just stop calling me Grandma."

“Beep, beep, beep...”

Before he could ask for more details, Hannah had already hung up.

Shanley pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in resignation. It seemed Hannah was growing more childish with age.

"Call Dana," Shanley instructed, toying with a mango candy he'd brought back from Australis.

"Yes, sir."

A moment later, Felton had the real story. "Sir, it seems your grandfather's savior will be visiting at six this evening. Your grandmother would like you to be there to entertain her."

So there it was. Just as he'd suspected. He was twenty-seven, not seventy-two. How little confidence did Hannah have in him that she was this desperate to find him a wife?

"Schedule a meeting with the senior management," Shanley said, slipping the candy into his suit pocket. His sharp features softened into a mask of cool indifference. "Tell my grandmother I'll be home late."

After a pause, he added, "And prepare a thank-you gift for our guest." He might not be there in person, but proper etiquette still had to be observed.

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