At this point, not only Keith Donovan, but even soone as composed as Tristan Hawthorne showed a bit of astonishnt on his face.
"You, what are you going to do?" Keith Donovan could hardly believe his ears, "Brother, that’s Sumr Monroe, Felix Ford’s widow. Even if the Ford siblings don’t appreciate her now, the assets under her na are no joke!"
Jas Grant let out a cold scoff, "I obviously know that, but Sumr Monroe has crossed my line too many tis. Do you think I can tolerate that?"
His words caused both of them to cough awkwardly.
They all knew how infatuated Sumr Monroe was with Jas Grant before, so ntioning it now was sowhat embarrassing.
Tristan Hawthorne ca out to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, let’s not talk about that. What do you an? What do you plan to do?"
"Sumr Monroe has quite a few private assets, and there are also plenty that the Ford siblings don’t know about." Jas Grant sneered, a sharp glint in his long, narrow eyes, "Even if they were swallowed up, she can only suffer in silence."
Tristan Hawthorne had a sudden insight, "Wait, when the Ford family’s eldest daughter returned to the country, was that your doing?"
Jas Grant raised his eyebrows slightly, neither admitting nor denying it, but his attitude was clear.
"Impressive," Tristan Hawthorne chuckled, "Was it really you?"
Jas Grant replied indifferently, "Just going with the flow. Violet Ford had originally intended to return, I just sped it up a bit. Officially, I’m not familiar with her and haven’t spoken much with her."
Keith Donovan was completely confused by their conversation: "What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing." Jas Grant downed his drink in one go, clenching his back teeth, his eyes growing more piercing, "Sumr Monroe’s assets, I’ve got them secured."
Seeing Jas Grant’s determination, being good friends, the two didn’t say any more, only wished him success.
While they were chatting, Jas Grant’s phone suddenly rang.
The caller was Quentin Hale.
Jas Grant answered, sowhat impatiently, "What’s the matter?"
Quentin Hale’s tone was grave.
"Just now, Director Yates’ secretary called, saying Director Yates and Mrs. Yates want to et you."
Jas Grant sneered, coldly replied, "No ti."
Then directly hung up the phone.
Keith Donovan and Tristan Hawthorne both looked at Jas Grant with slight astonishnt.
"You’ll really not et them?" Keith Donovan clicked his tongue twice, pouring Jas Grant a drink, "Brother, you’re honestly the guy I’ve seen with the toughest attitude towards a future father-in-law."
Jas Grant couldn’t be bothered to reply to him, finishing his drink before standing up to leave.
"I’m leaving, let’s et up another day."
Keith Donovan quickly stood up: "Leaving already? Can’t you stay a bit longer?"
Jas Grant waved his hand, striding away.
Back in the car, the driver asked him where to go, and Jas Grant, lost in thought for a mont, gave an address.
The driver paused slightly, then said with so difficulty, "Director Grant, are you sure..."
That was Miss Clayton’s residence.
Going there at this sensitive ti, if soone found out, wouldn’t it just add fuel to the fire?
The eldest Grant son leaving the Grant Family, not eting his fiancée, but rather eting a forr rumored girlfriend, if soone photographed it...
The driver could already imagine what the headline would be tomorrow.
Jas Grant didn’t make a sound, just rolled down the window.
As the cold wind brushed his face, looking out at the night scene, Jas Grant felt a bit more clear-headed.
Indeed, now was not the right ti to et her.
He was about to instruct the driver to return to his apartnt when the phone rang again.
This ti it was Lynn Yates.
Since the incident, Jas Grant hadn’t been answering calls from everywhere. He had just turned on his phone for a while at night, and the mountain of missed calls hurt his eyes.
Seeing it was Lynn Yates this ti made him even more agitated.
But after hesitating for a while, Jas Grant still answered.
"Jas Grant." Lynn Yates’s voice was as cold as ice and snow, "Where are you?"
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