The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 435: The Color of His Bad Luck in Love Deepened

Chapter 435: Chapter 435: The Color of His Bad Luck in Love Deepened

The two were chatting as the car arrived at the hotel.

The man, Harry Whitley, as he said, dropped her off at the hotel and left.

However, that night, Fiona Harper caught a fever from getting drenched in the rain and, in her dazed state, called Harry Whitley. Harry Whitley almost immediately bought medicine and rushed over.

It was then that Fiona Harper realized he was worried about her safety staying alone in the hotel and had booked a room next to hers.

Afterward, he took care of her all night and even specially bought her some rice porridge the next day.

Because of that night, Fiona Harper’s inner scale unconsciously tipped toward Harry Whitley.

...

Chase Jennings naturally didn’t know what happened to Fiona Harper after he left, and even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared.

The next day, however, when he went out, he ran into Scarlett Jennings. Scarlett’s gaze lingered on his face for an uncharacteristically long two seconds.

Chase Jennings felt a bit uneasy under her stare.

"Wh-what’s up? Why are you looking at me like that?"

At his words, Scarlett Jennings merely withdrew her gaze indifferently and said,

"Nothing. Just reminding you that more than a week has passed this month, and you still owe me five million and eight thousand dollars."

Chase Jennings twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Relax, it’s just five million. I can earn that in no time."

He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of looking down on him.

Five million was no big deal; he could earn it back quickly even if he didn’t go to the company for a while.

He was confident in himself.

Scarlett Jennings didn’t argue, simply nodding in acknowledgment. She then added offhandedly,

"Since the amulet is yours now, carry it with you. Don’t waste my talisman."

Chase Jennings pressed his lips together, wanting to say he had always kept it with him, but worried Scarlett would get too smug, so he feigned irritation and said,

"Got it."

Hearing his tone, Scarlett immediately held back further comments and chose to ignore him.

It was only after Chase Jennings had left that Lucas Jennings came close to Scarlett with a conspiratorial air,

"Sis, you reminded my brother to carry the amulet with him—does that mean something bad is about to happen to him again?"

That gaze she just gave Chase reminded him of the one she had when he was about to head out with Azura Loomis.

From experience, his brother was probably going to encounter trouble.

Scarlett Jennings saw through Lucas Jennings and didn’t hide the truth,

"He’s dealing with some bad romance luck lately."

Lucas Jennings didn’t doubt her words for a second, his eyes widening incredulously as he blurted out impulsively,

"No way! Ava Zimmerman counts as romantic interest?!"

Had his brother’s taste and judgment reached this extreme?!

Scarlett Jennings paused for a moment after hearing this and then replied,

"It’s not her."

The mess of emotions surrounding Chase Jennings was more intense than last night; it must have been someone else he had interacted with.

But whoever it was, or whatever might happen—it was none of her concern.

As long as he had the amulet and wouldn’t die, that was enough.

In the following two days, Chase Jennings obediently kept Scarlett’s amulet with him and didn’t go looking for Ava Zimmerman, focusing instead on making money.

Earning five million wasn’t hard for him. With a single investment, he could get the money back in no time.

Although he had some existing investments, they were all small-scale and hadn’t reached their payout yet.

Chase Jennings decided to make some money from the stock market.

That day, after dining with friends, he remembered how Ava Zimmerman had been upset at the party and packed some desserts to take with him to the mall, intending to check on her.

However, halfway there, he was blocked by someone again.

This time, it was Fiona Harper.

After recovering for two days from her illness, with Harry Whitley taking care of her the whole time, Fiona Harper still felt a lingering sense of dissatisfaction.

Although Harry Whitley was considerate, he was, after all, a married man, and in terms of looks and family background, the gap between him and Chase Jennings was simply too vast.

Fiona Harper wasn’t the kind of girl who chased after wealth; she was merely yearning for a romantic love story.

And the romantic hero she envisioned should be someone like Chase Jennings.

So here she was.

She wanted to give Chase Jennings another chance.

"Chase Jennings, fancy running into you here. I’m sorry for causing you trouble the other day, but I was just doing my job—you understand, right?"

Fiona Harper made no mention of his cold refusal to let her in the car that day and continued,

"Later, I realized finding you like that at night was a bit abrupt. I wanted to apologize the next day, but I didn’t have your contact information. Then, I got sick from the rain and only just got better today."

Chase Jennings listened as she talked incessantly, initially feeling slightly impatient. But as she mentioned getting sick from the rain, he instinctively took a step back.

He remembered Scarlett mentioning that people who had stolen fortune would get sick easily, and he worried she might pass something on to him.

"I’ve already made it clear to you about that day. I’m not interested in hearing about your work, and I hope you stop showing up in front of me."

Chase Jennings said coldly, then added, "Also, we’re not close. Please don’t call me by my name so casually."

With that, he picked up the dessert box and turned to leave.

Fiona Harper was deeply hurt by his indifference and instinctively reached out to grab him, "Wait, Chase Jennings..."

Seeing her unwilling to let go, Chase Jennings grew even more impatient and tried to shake her off. In their struggle, the dessert box in his hand was suddenly pulled open, and the small cakes tumbled out, with part of the cream staining his pants.

Chase Jennings instantly lost all patience for Fiona Harper. Disregarding his usual composure, he turned and yelled at her,

"What’s wrong with you?! If you’re sick, go see a doctor!"

Fiona Harper was so startled by his shouting that she stumbled backward and fell to the ground. She looked up at Chase Jennings in disbelief, tears streaming down her face as she began sobbing,

"I... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... I can compensate you..."

"Did I ask you to pay me?!"

Chase Jennings was holding back his anger, his face visibly darkening.

The commotion between them had already drawn the attention of bystanders. Seeing Fiona Harper crying, the onlookers began criticizing Chase Jennings,

"The poor girl didn’t do it on purpose and has already apologized. Do you really need to yell at her like that?"

"Exactly. It’s just a stain on your pants. Wash it off and move on—why pick on a young lady over something so trivial?"

Fiona Harper only felt more aggrieved, and hearing the comments of the crowd made her sob even harder.

The judgmental gazes of the surrounding people turned toward Chase Jennings, carrying hints of condemnation.

Chase Jennings couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

He had been walking just fine, and this woman had suddenly appeared and caused a scene. Somehow, it was now all his fault?

At that moment, Chase Jennings truly felt like he hadn’t checked his horoscope before heading out today.

Tired of dealing with this troublesome woman, he turned away, ready to leave.

Just then, Harry Whitley emerged from the crowd. He took one look at Fiona Harper sitting on the ground crying, then at Chase Jennings with his stained trousers and impatient expression, and his fury instantly flared. He shouted at Chase Jennings,

"Why are you bullying Fiona?!"

Without listening to an explanation, he swung his fist toward Chase Jennings...