When he ca out of the hotel, Jas Grant was waiting nearby. Upon seeing Jas Grant, he froze for a mont, then went up to greet him.
"Did the deal go through?" Jasper Grant asked hopefully.
Jas Grant’s lips curled slightly, "It did."
Jasper Grant looked impressed, "How did you manage to close the deal so quickly? Tim Young is not easy to deal with."
Upon hearing this, Jas Grant rely glanced over indifferently, "That’s none of your business."
With that, he got into the car.
Jasper Grant followed him in, still wanting to ask more.
But he saw Jas Grant’s eyes slightly closed, seemingly uninterested in continuing the conversation.
He asked no more, instructing the driver to leave The Beaumont Hotel.
anwhile, at The Ford Group.
Soren Foster hurried into the president’s office, forgetting to even knock. As soon as he entered, he heard Sumr Monroe’s cold rebuke.
"Who gave you the rule to co in without knocking?"
Knowing that Sumr Monroe was upset about Jas Grant these past two days, Soren Foster didn’t dare to trigger her anger.
He suppressed a faint anger and stepped forward, whispering, "I just got the news that Tim Young has reached an agreent with Jas Grant. And... it’s not the quote we previously offered him."
Upon hearing this, Sumr Monroe’s almond eyes instantly widened with fire, "What?!"
Soren Foster pressed his lips together tightly, feeling uneasy as well, "He didn’t follow what we had agreed upon—"
"That idiot!" Sumr Monroe couldn’t contain her anger, "Playing double-dealing gas with ?!"
Soren Foster tried to calm her, speaking softly, "From what I see, Tim Young might not be two-faced. After all, a lower quote only benefits him unless... Jas Grant has sothing on him; otherwise, why would Tim Young agree so easily?"
Sumr Monroe clenched her fists, her teeth gritting, with veins slightly bulging on her forehead.
"Yes, with Jas Grant’s abilities, finding leverage on Tim Young wouldn’t be too difficult..."
Soren Foster remained silent, not responding for a mont.
He noticed Sumr Monroe’s expression when she ntioned Jas Grant—resentful, angry, with a hint of quiet grievance.
Soren Foster had never seen Sumr Monroe talk about anyone with such emotion.
Evidently, Jas Grant was special to her.
A surge of jealousy and dissatisfaction rose within Soren Foster as he squatted down, leaning close, holding Sumr Monroe’s hand.
"Sumr—"
He hadn’t used this na in a long ti, emboldened by the situation, fearing that Sumr Monroe might explode any mont, "Is your attachnt to Jas Grant that deep?"
In truth, Soren Foster was beginning to regret it.
Watching Sumr Monroe oppose Jas Grant was satisfying, but knowing this opposition was fueled by her unrequited love for him, he felt indignant and unwilling.
Moreover, at this mont, while he was humbling himself, Sumr Monroe didn’t even spare him a glance.
Sumr Monroe abruptly withdrew her hand, not bothering to give Soren Foster even a look.
She directly picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"...Take action, the sooner the better." A venomous glint crossed Sumr Monroe’s fair face, "Once it’s done, I’ll double the paynt."
Soon, Sumr Monroe hung up the phone.
Soren Foster stood up, looking at her in so shock, "Who did you call, and what did you an by that?"
Sumr Monroe’s lips curled mockingly, without directly answering, she began to mumble as if talking to herself.
"This ti, I want to see if Jas Grant can still handle it!"
Soren Foster looked anxious, "Sumr Monroe, what exactly are you planning to do? You—"
Suddenly, Sumr Monroe looked at Soren Foster, her almond eyes revealing undisguised malice.
"You shouldn’t just sit idle, find soone to keep an eye on Jas Grant, let’s just wait for the show to unfold."
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