The Beauty and the Brain by Natalie Jones novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 I’m the Real Boss 

Dennis went downstairs, while Jolie was thinking of ways to persuade Marie to go home early. Unnoticed, a man had already approached and asked, “Had too much to drink?” 

Jolie looked at the stranger timidly and said, “I haven’t had too much to drink. My driver will be 

here soon.” 

Calvin insisted, “It’s late at night, let me take you guys home.” 

The smell of alcohol hit Jolie’s face, making her feel somewhat nauseous. 

Dennis walked over and, grabbing the giggling Marie, said to Jolie, “Let’s go.” 

“Mr. Whitney, ah, alright, let’s go.” Jolie was a bit surprised, but with Dennis around, there wouldn’t be any problems. 

Calvin watched as the beautiful girl he had his eye on was intercepted by someone else. He stopped Dennis and said, “Dude, isn’t there a first come, first served rule?” 

“Get lost!” Dennis glanced at Calvin indifferently. 

Marie, feeling restless, wanted to pull her hand away, but Dennis could only hold her tighter, not having the time to deal with anyone else. 

“How can you talk like that!” Calvin exclaimed impatiently. 

There was quite a commotion here, which caught the attention of the manager. Wearing a shimmering suit typical of nightclubs, he hurried over. Upon noticing Dennis’s attire and demeanor, he knew that he was dealing with someone wealthy and influential, someone he 

couldn’t afford to offend. 

The manager immediately stopped the troublemaker Calvin and asked Dennis to take him outside. 

Marie was still struggling to free her hand from Dennis‘ grasp, but he held on tightly, taking large strides as they left the bar. 

Cullen had already opened the car door and was waiting at the entrance. Jolie took the passenger seat, while Dennis somewhat roughly shoved Marie into the back seat. After getting in and closing the car door, he said, “Back to the hotel.” 

Jolie was a bit puzzled, “Mr. Whitney, aren’t we going back to the Spence mansion?” 

Cullen laughed, “Ms. Spence is like this now, she’ll probably go wild when she gets home, right?” 

Jolie thought about it and realized that she would be fine as long as she was with Dennis. 

On the road, Marie tried to get out of the car several times, but each time Dennis grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving. Fearlessly, Marie hammered on Dennis’s leg, exclaiming, “Come on! 

Chapter 27 1m the Real Boss 

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She still remembers the comfortable days when she would train with Emory and the others, bring back some meat to eat, and then enjoy a few drinks together. 

In a daze, she felt as if she were still Rose, living in France, spending her free time within the territory of Rodger Group, drinking and eating with Emory and the others. Occasionally, she could act like a young girl, obediently accompanying Seth on a leisurely walk. 

She lifted her head, looked at Dennis, and smiled. That smile, unlike Marie’s sweetness, was more like a charming, slightly tipsy young woman. 

Marie said, “I want to eat fried chicken, but Emory always tries to snatch them from me. However, he can’t beat me!” 

Dennis frowned and asked, “Who is Emory?” 

Marie’s laughter grew even more joyful, and she leaned in as if to share a secret. “Let me tell you something,” she whispered, “Emory is actually three years older than me, but I won’t admit it. I’m the one who brought him along, so I’m the boss, and they’re all just sidekicks!” 

The scent of a young girl mixed with the aroma of alcohol wafted towards him. Dennis felt a bit tense and shifted to the side before asking, “Do you have a lot of sidekicks?” 

Marie was no longer happy. She chased after Dennis, moving to the side, and leaned in to talk to 

him. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty amazing, you know. I taught them all their skills.” Marie said with a proud expression, wanting to put her hands on her hips, but her hand was held by Dennis and she couldn’t move it. She frowned her beautiful eyebrows, somewhat displeased. 

“Oh? What did you teach?” Dennis asked. 

“Fight! Boxing combat! I taught all of that, and I’m also the one who taught shooting. I’m really good at it! 4,900 feet, just give me a sniper rifle, and I can hit the target!” Marie said with a hearty laugh. 

Dennis shook his head helplessly. She must have had too much to drink. How could a high school. dropout like her know anything about combat and shooting, let alone sniper rifles? Has she ever even touched a gun in her life?