The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: The Scheme of the Innocent Flower

"Mr. Jennings! Is that Mr. Jennings?!"

The woman’s voice quivered, drifting—oh no, stepping closer—to the car, practically pressing against its front.

Chase Jennings finally recognized her: the woman who had been condescending and bullied Ava Zimmerman at the warehouse that day.

He remembered—it seemed her name was... Fiona Harper?

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not a ghost.

While secretly relieved, he also felt a surge of annoyance.

What was she doing here blocking his way?

"What do you want? Hurry up and move! Do you have a death wish?"

The driver rolled down the window and shouted at Fiona Harper.

Fiona quickly leaned close to the car, her face pitiful as she peered at the back seat where Chase was,

"Mr. Jennings, you really misunderstood me that day at the warehouse. I swear, I didn’t mean to mock Ava Zimmerman. Mr. Jennings, could you... would you please forgive me?"

Chase stared at Fiona with an indifferent expression,

"Understood. You can leave now."

But Fiona refused to leave, her voice still trembling, her appearance resembling a flower battered by a storm,

"Mr. Jennings, our supervisor said that if I can’t get your forgiveness, I won’t be allowed to participate in future planning projects. Mr. Jennings, I know you’re a good person. This job is very important to me; could you please help me?"

Chase hadn’t actually said anything about punishing her that day; however, his status spoke for itself. Even if he didn’t say it, the business sector and Fiona’s company supervisor would take action against her.

Chase didn’t suspect she was lying; he honestly thought someone so dismissive of others like her deserved a lesson. But seeing her drenched in rain, waiting for his forgiveness, he wasn’t entirely heartless.

"Alright, I’ll ask someone to talk to your company’s supervisor. You should head back now."

It was summer, and her dress was soaked through. Chase felt awkward even looking directly at her.

Just as he was about to instruct the driver to depart, Fiona clung to the window and moved closer, her face even more pitiful,

"Mr. Jennings, I... I can’t get a ride. Can you... give me a lift? I don’t have an umbrella, and my clothes are all wet. I’m so cold..."

Fiona wasn’t unattractive, and the rain had added a fragile elegance to her appearance. Under normal circumstances, the old Chase Jennings, guided by gentlemanly instincts, might have agreed to her request.

But her pitiful act inexplicably reminded him of Azura Loomis.

His mind wandered to online comments about "damsel trickery."

The first step was projecting weakness and helplessness, stirring protective instincts.

Once pity takes hold, you’ve already fallen into the trap.

Besides, the warehouse incident with Ava Zimmerman had happened days ago. Why come asking for forgiveness now, in the middle of the night, soaked in rain? Clearly, she was banking on softening his heart.

He wasn’t going to fall for that again!

With that realization, Chase’s expression instantly hardened, and he rejected her outright,

"No. Absolutely not."

After pausing momentarily, he gestured to the driver, "Go grab her an umbrella."

Fiona couldn’t believe it. Even now, he wouldn’t offer her a ride?!

Then what was the point of enduring the rain for so long?

She had even planned everything out: she would cry and plead for his forgiveness in the rain, he’d feel moved by her perseverance and ask her to get into the car.

Once inside, he’d take off his jacket and drape it over her shoulders to keep her warm. Concerned about alarming her family with her soaked state, he’d thoughtfully offer to let her stay at his private residence for the night to clean up and rest.

Later, she’d return his cleaned jacket to him, leading him to invite her to dinner...

And love would blossom between them.

Everything up until now had gone according to plan, so Fiona couldn’t understand where it had gone wrong.

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