The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1302

If Edison was the one to bring it up, she wouldn't take any of the blame, right?

The two chatted as they made their way to the edge of the pond.

The village pond was quite large and completely surrounded by a massive crowd.

The men helping out were all wearing waterproof waders, while the spectators had brought their own buckets.

Every family was guaranteed a share of the fish, so they just needed to bring something to carry it home in.

By the time Claire arrived, they were already casting the nets.

Pearce was organizing the effort, with several strong young men acting as the main muscle.

Take Edison, for example. He might wear sharp tailored suits in the corporate world, but back home, he was more than happy to strip down and get his hands dirty.

Right now, he was dressed in simple clothes, wading into the pond to haul the heavy nets.

"This is the first time I've ever seen this side of him," Jenny told Claire with a bright smile.

"What do you think? Refreshing, right?" Claire chuckled.

Jenny laughed too. "It's just really fun."

In the boardroom, he was a ruthless predator in a suit, radiating lethal intensity.

In the muddy pond, he was a rugged, blue-collar worker, yet still overflowing with undeniable masculine charm.

If Edison ever decided to go to Hollywood, he would absolutely dominate the rugged romance genre.

"Edison still has a bit of refinement to him. Look at Dewitt," Claire pointed out.

Dewitt was the absolute epitome of a rugged alpha.

He was wearing what looked like Pearce's old work shirts. Being young and fiercely fit, he didn't even bother with the waterproof gear, just wearing a pair of trousers rolled high up his muscular thighs.

"Pfft—a guy like Dewitt must be incredibly popular around the village, right?"

"Patti told him to come home specifically for a blind date. I wonder if any girls showed up today just for him."

Jenny had completely assimilated into the village's gossip culture.

She was dying to know if a wild, untamed man like Dewitt would actually obey his family's matchmaking arrangements.

Claire was pretty curious herself.

"There has never been a single case of domestic abuse in The James Village."

"Yolanda, you have to seize this opportunity."

"If it weren't for the fact that he's going back abroad to make money right after the wedding, you probably wouldn't even have a shot with him."

"I'll tell you this much—if I wasn't already married, I would have absolutely thrown myself at him!"

The older cousin sounded practically feral, her eyes practically glued to the bulging muscles on Dewitt's arms.

You couldn't find a second man like that anywhere in the countryside.

What was so great about those weak, bookish guys anyway?

A real man should be exactly like Dewitt!

Claire was speechless. *Sister, I can literally hear you gulping.*

Could they be any less subtle?

Yolanda hesitated, a new concern forming. "But if he goes away to work, who will back me up?"