Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Matthew looked at her and noticed her clenched fingers, and the nervous sweat on her brow.

He’d already investigated her, and knew that she hadn’t gone to college at all. She didn’t even have a proper job. He could bail her out this time, but he also wanted to see if she could handle it on her own. Compared with a question like that, after all, marrying into his family was definitely a greater challenge.

And more importantly, that was the only way she could protect the identity the jade pendant would one day give her.

There was a full house waiting for Blanca’s answer.

She dipped her head, bit her lower lip, and said honestly, “I didn’t go to college. I was sickly as a child, and my studies were intermittent throughout my youth, and I didn’t go to school. My granny wrote up study materials for me herself and taught me knowledge.”

Blanca knew the most basic rule of lying, which was to first admit something, and then make things up halfway. It would always be more convincing than outright lies.

As for what she’d just said, it was true she hadn’t gone to college, it wasn’t true that she had been sickly, it was true that her studies were intermittent, and it wasn’t true that her granny had wrote up study materials for her.

Mrs. Grant. What kind of work do you do?”

lifted her gaze and

praise along with other questions about what she

Blanca, smiling and murmuring, “I won’t bail

him.

other people’s houses. Sometimes she drew

meant they weren’t marks. Stars meant that they were great targets to steal from. As

couldn’t hold it in. He looked at Curtis and signaled that he could announce end

leave, a shrill female voice rang out from the corner. “Miss Blanca Roach, is it true that you went into prison for

raised her head sharply. The person who’d

felt like there was a familiar face in the crowd. Kylie had blended her