Chapter 5: Fired, Funded, and Falling for the Boss

Grant pulled me to leave. "Don’t give up so easily!"

After my enthusiastic persuasion, the muscle man fell for my boss. Yes, you read that right.

This muscle man—who looks like he could bench-press a truck—knows what he wants and is now flirting with my boss.

Someone please dig a hole for me—I’ll jump in without hesitation.

After barely escaping, Grant was mentally and physically exhausted.

He pointed at me, so angry he was speechless several times.

I spread my hands helplessly.

How can you blame me? It’s you who attracted him.

Not a word of that is wrong.

"Ms. Carter, your ability to get things done is truly impressive."

"Look on the bright side—your charm now attracts both men and women."

Grant mouthed, "Get out."

I really wanted to, but I can’t lose my job.

To end my suffering quickly, I kept arranging blind dates for Grant.

But Grant failed every single one—without exception.

There were hardly any candidates left on the list.

From successful independent women in their forties to beautiful college girls in their twenties...

I stared at the fair-skinned, long-legged beauties on the list for three minutes.

In those three minutes, I found myself swooning over half of them.

But Grant felt nothing?

Could it be you’re...

"Stop, put away your ridiculous thoughts, thank you."

This one won’t do, that one won’t do. My patience was exhausted.

"Grant, you’re really hard to please. I’m done finding you a partner."

Grant stared at me in silence for a long time...

"Faking it again, aren’t you?"

Grant lowered his eyes and stopped looking at me.

"Actually, I’ve been hurt in love."

There’s actually a woman Grant couldn’t get?

"First love or heartbreak? Are you sure it’s already a lost cause?"

Grant sighed sadly. "She has someone else in her heart."

My boss’s big secret, and I get to hear it hot off the press!

"I just got over it recently, and want a relationship aimed at marriage."

Give me any job, just don’t make me play Cupid anymore.

In a moment of heat, I slapped my chest again, making a loud noise.

"Don’t worry, I’ll help you solve your lifelong issue as soon as possible."

Thinking about today in the middle of the night, I got up and slapped myself.

How could I speak so harshly to a long-time friend with a wounded heart!

I’m really not a good person! To atone for my sins, I worked through the night.

From a hundred quality women, I picked the one I thought most suitable for Grant.

Yawning, I delivered the girl’s profile to Grant...

"Next blind date, tonight at seven, all arranged."

"Looks like I’m not in a hurry for love, but you are."

The carefully prepared profile—Grant didn’t even look at it.

I get it, he’s still not over his heartbreak.

This devoted man—the modern-day Romeo, I must save him.

The girl’s name is Hannah Foster, a psychology PhD who studied abroad...

By then, not only heartbreak, but all psychological wounds can be healed.

"Hannah Foster? The real estate tycoon’s daughter? She’s back in the country?"

"Yes, that’s her!"

I thought this time it would work.

"Fine, but you have to go with me this time. What if it’s another man?"

Once burned, twice shy.

Bad memories, but I could only agree.

But this blind date went surprisingly well.

It seemed Hannah wanted to get to know Grant better.

It’s working! My mission is finally about to be accomplished.

"Mr. Maddox looks like a perfect person."

Wow, this girl can flatter better than me, an old workplace fox.

Grant praised her: "Thank you, you’re also very beautiful."