Chapter 349

In the evening, Chloe Grace was slouched on the villa couch, flipping through TV channels with boredom written all over her face. Outside, a car pulled up with a soft hum. Marcus Stanton's agent brought him over, gave a quick nod hello, and wisely took off without lingering. Marcus wasn’t born with a silver spoon — heard his parents were working folks, and after life threw them a curveball, he ended up stepping into the entertainment world. Then bam—he landed himself right under Miss Grace’s roof. The guy showed up in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, clean-cut and proper. Chloe squinted slightly, thinking — someone might’ve coached him. Probably tried to mold him after Mason Shaw’s style. Not that she minded. She was just bored, really. Needed a warm body to pass the time. Since she wasn’t in the mood to chat, Marcus quietly made himself useful in the kitchen, giving the housekeeper a hand — chopping veggies, washing bowls — super handy with it. The auntie took a quick liking to h