Chapter 4The Sugar Daddy's Unintended Detour

Arthur's car parked smoothly right in front of my house.

My brother, wearing a navy-blue puffer jacket, was squatting by the door doing chores.

"Thank you, Mr. Sterling. Drive safe on your way back."

With that, I turned around, feigning calmness, and greeted my scowling brother, Caleb, deliberately blocking his view of the car.

"Hey, big bro, peeling peanuts at home?"

Caleb stood up, his gaze landing on the black car that was turning around. He asked in an unfriendly tone: "Who's that?"

I pursed my lips, thinking fast. "I couldn't get a bus ticket, so I hailed a rideshare."

Caleb let out a cold laugh, mercilessly exposing my lie.

"You're full of it, Chloe. What kind of rideshare app sends a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce?

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he?

"Tell him to get out here and fight me!"

I choked, not knowing how to answer.

Being a kept woman wasn't exactly something to brag about, and given Arthur's incredibly superior status, I never dared tell my family about him.

I just told them I worked as a salesperson at a company with good benefits.

But the car Arthur drove today was simply too eye-catching.

I couldn't find a good excuse.

I could only pray that Arthur would finish turning around quickly and speed away out of my brother's sight.

But it was like he was deliberately trying to mess with me.

He was taking his sweet time turning the car around.

The road wasn't even that hard to navigate...

Seeing my brother marching forward aggressively, determined to force a greeting, I panicked and grabbed his jacket.

And mumbled three little words.

"He's my sugar daddy."

My brother froze completely.

He thought I was joking.

"Hey, friend! You can't just go around saying things like that! Otherwise, your brother here will beat you like a lion chasing a gazelle!"

I blinked, offering a slight smile under his scrutinizing gaze. "Guess I couldn't fool you! He's my boss. He's interested in me and is currently pursuing me."

Sugar daddy and boss...

Uh.

To me, they were pretty much the same thing, right?

This answer was clearly much more believable.

My brother visibly relaxed. Just as he was about to say something, the man's unhurried, clear voice sounded from behind me.

"Chloe."

My whole body jolted.

Why hadn't Arthur left yet?

Did he hear what I said?

I turned to look at him timidly.

The tall, broad-shouldered man stood a few feet away. His black, fitted turtleneck sweater highlighted his muscular build. His deep brown eyes stared right at me. "I'm out of gas."

My brain short-circuited for a second, and I let out a dumbfounded "Ah."

My brother instantly realized what was happening. He spread his arms like a mother hen protecting her calf, shielding me behind him. "We're both men here, so cut the act! You just want to stay here, confuse us, and force us to pressure my sister into being with you, right? Well, let me tell you, no way! My sister is a top-tier beauty; she's seen plenty of scheming suitors like you! They could line up from our village all the way to France! Do you even know where France is?!"

"Bro, stop talking..." I grabbed a handful of peanuts and shoved them into his mouth, looking at Arthur awkwardly and nervously, terrified he'd reveal our true relationship.

Thank goodness.

Arthur merely narrowed his eyes slightly, then stared at me with a half-smile. "I know where it is. I've even taken Ms. Vance there."

I pursed my lips.

Memories flooded my mind.

During that trip to France, I barely left the hotel.

Every corner of the presidential suite bore the marks of Arthur and me.

He was an untiring madman.

Seeing my reddening ears, Arthur knew exactly what I was thinking and asked maliciously: "Ms. Vance, did you enjoy that trip to France?" He paused deliberately. "Was it fun?"

Even though I was incredibly embarrassed, I nodded frantically, desperate to flip the page on this subject and send this giant Buddha on his way.

"Yes, very fun! Mr. Sterling, you're out of gas, right? Let me drive the convertible and take you to a hotel in town!"

Now it was my brother's turn to be confused.

"Our family is so poor, when did we get a convertible?"

I calmly raised my hand and pointed to the three-wheeled utility cart in the courtyard. "Isn't that it right there?"

Arthur actually laughed out of anger.

This young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, probably never expected to face such an ordeal nearing thirty.

Even my brother couldn't stand it anymore.

"Taking that three-wheeler six miles to town in sub-zero weather? Tsk, Sis, do you have a vendetta against him?"

"What else can we do? We only have a two-wheeled electric scooter and that three-wheeled 'convertible'."

My brother looked at Arthur, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said: "Since you look somewhat decent, we'll reluctantly let you stay the night. But you're getting out of here first thing tomorrow morning! You hear me?"

Seeing my plan succeed, I quickly blinked at Arthur.

He glanced at me, a smile rippling in his eyes, and nodded obediently.

"Understood, Brother."

"Who the fuck is your brother?! Um... could I maybe take a couple of pictures with your car later?"