Chapter 2 Your Nose Must Hurt, Right?

Chloe was stunned.

Who the heck was this guy? How dare he yank her blanket off? Was he trying to pull something shady?

Chloe never let creeps get away with stuff like that. As he leaned in, she sprang up and kicked him hard.

The guy was caught off guard by the sudden kick. He quickly regained his composure and grabbed her kicking foot with his large hand, his grip like a vice.

"Who are you? How did you get into my room?" His voice was deep and smooth.

Chloe took a moment to process the situation and then realized this must be Grant Martin.

His brothers were no good, and she didn't expect Grant to pull such a stunt to get at her for whatever shady reasons he had.

"Who am I? You Martin guys have some nerve, barging into my room in the middle of the night. What do you want?" Chloe snapped, throwing a punch straight at Grant's face. He wasn't prepared and took the hit hard.

"Hey! Little girl, don't push it," Grant warned, his voice dripping with irritation.

"You started this, and now you're telling me I'm pushing it? Watch me beat you to a pulp," Chloe retorted, fire in her eyes as she squared up to him.

With that, Chloe threw another punch, and the two of them started brawling in the cramped bedroom, knocking over furniture and sending items crashing to the floor.

Meanwhile, Michael and Liam stood just outside the door, their ears pressed against it, listening to the sounds of the intense struggle inside.

"Oh man, is their sex so intense?"

"Do you think Grant's had sex with that ugly girl?"

"It's a shame that he's so handsome, and he actually slept with such an ugly girl"

Liam gritted his teeth and cheered, "Come on, so that ugly girl knows how tough we Martin men are!"

Just as Liam finished speaking, the door flew open, and Grant stumbled out, clutching his face with a red, swollen nose. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang.

"Grant! What happened to you?" Michael asked, scratching his head and feigning concern.

Grant glared at him and snapped, "What happened to me? Don't you know?"

"Grant, we're innocent," Michael replied, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Liam shook his head, struggling to stifle his laughter.

The three brothers were struggling: Michael was shut down by the girl, Liam was insulted by Chloe, and Grant was kicked out of his room.

It was a total humiliation.

After glaring at Michael and Liam, Grant pulled his torn bathrobe tighter around himself and stormed off to the guest room.

He was bewildered the entire way, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Michael and Liam had told him on the phone that Chloe was ugly, but during their fight, in the dim light from the window, he thought he saw her face, and she didn't seem ugly at all.

Grant saw her differently because of her fierceness. No wonder she was from the wild Davis Family in the Northwest. While she was with the Martins, he would make sure she learned that wild women didn't get the upper hand with him.

The next day, Chloe woke up feeling completely rested.

She carefully drew a mole on her face, painted a birthmark on the left side, and braided her hair into thick pigtails. Satisfied with her transformation, she headed downstairs.

At the staircase, she tucked the long coat from the Martin Family halfway into her waistband, aiming to appear unattractive and deter any advances from the Martin brothers.

The Martin Family's breakfast spread was fancy, with milk, sandwiches, and high-end stuff like caviar and foie gras.

When Chloe came down, the three brothers were already at the table. Michael quickly looked away when he saw her.

Liam also scooted away from her quietly.

Only Grant, with his red and swollen nose from last night's fight, sat firmly at the head of the table.

Chloe didn't bother talking to them. She grabbed a sandwich, took a few bites, and drank the glass of milk in front of her before asking, "So, is my school sorted out?"

Grant replied coldly, "Yeah, it's sorted. You'll go to Quest University with Michael and Liam. They're juniors, and you'll start as a freshman."

"Got it," Chloe said, glancing at Michael and Liam.

Liam piped up, "Grant, I don't want to ride in the same car with her to school..."

Before Grant could say anything, Chloe cut in, "Me neither. How about this, I'll take your car, and you can ride in the servant's farm truck?"

"You... ugly girl, that's my car. Why should I take the farm truck to school?"

Liam was fuming at Chloe's bossy attitude.

Chloe grinned and shot back, "Because I'm the one your grandpa invited from the Northwest. If you don't want me here, tell him to let me go. If it wasn't for his nagging, do you really think I'd care about riding in your beat-up car?"

Liam was left speechless.

Bobby Martin, the head of the Martin Family, always had the final say. Liam wouldn't dare question Bobby's decisions, no matter what.

Liam swallowed his anger silently.

Michael, who was naturally timid, saw his twin brother go quiet and kept his mouth shut.

Grant, on the other hand, had a smug smile on his face.

Suddenly, he found this bold, "ugly" girl in front of him quite interesting. What kind of place in the Northwest could breed such a wild spirit?

He thought, 'How interesting.'

Chloe, feeling good after putting Liam in his place, noticed Grant's smirk. His red and swollen nose was a stark reminder of the intruder from last night, who had come with ill intentions.

For her own safety, Chloe figured she should give Grant a warning. She walked up to him, her steps deliberate and confident. Lowering her eyes slightly, she studied him for a moment, taking in his disheveled appearance and the pain etched on his face.

Then she said, her voice calm but with an edge of menace, "Your nose, it must hurt, right?"