Alia Whitman’s words were quite clear.
The implication in her words was questioning Jas Grant, suggesting that without the Grant Family, he was not worthy of marrying Lynn Yates.
Jas Grant maintained his composure, and upon hearing this, he chuckled softly, looking leisurely at the two people in front of him.
"Uncle, Aunty, I also have a question to ask."
Charles Yates remained silent, while Alia quickly said with a smile, "Go ahead and ask."
Jas Grant raised his eyebrows slightly and asked word by word, "May I ask, Uncle and Aunty, do you value more, or do you value the Grant Group behind more?"
His words brought a dead silence to the room.
On the corridor stairs, Lynn Yates also paused her steps.
There was a hint of ambiguous amusent in her eyes as she continued to listen to the happenings below.
Jas Grant spoke with an air of casual indifference, but his words were almost like tearing down the facade to slap the faces of the two people in front of him.
Charles Yates felt a surge of anger but could only suppress it quietly.
Eventually, he forced out a strained and awkward smile, "What are you saying, young man? Your aunt and I are doing this for your own good."
As he spoke, Charles paused for a mont, seemingly nonchalantly, "But if you really want to start your own venture, why not acquire the shares of Atlas Group? If funding is an issue, I can inject capital for you."
Alia Whitman’s eyes flashed with a glimr of insight, swiftly concealed.
She imdiately understood her husband’s intent, smiling warmly, "Yes, Jas, we valued your abilities from the start. If you genuinely wish to prove yourself, then reclaim the shares of Atlas Group; the Yates Family will surely support you."
Jas Grant looked at the two of them, frowned slightly, and didn’t speak for a while.
It was at this mont that Lynn Yates slowly ca down from upstairs.
She wore a polite and dignified smile on her lips.
"Jas, let’s leave it here for today. You’ve been upset these past few days, so go back and rest. I’ll discuss this matter with my parents."
Lynn Yates’s words made Charles Yates frown slightly, wanting to persuade him to stay, but Jas Grant had already stood up.
"Alright, take your ti to chat."
Jas Grant barely gave Charles Yates the chance to speak and left briskly.
It wasn’t until Jas Grant’s silhouette vanished that Charles Yates stood up abruptly from the sofa, looking at his daughter with a mixture of anger and amusent, "Lynn, what are you doing?"
Alia Whitman also disapprovingly stared at Lynn, her voice still soft and gentle, but the chill in her eyes was evident, "Lynn, are you trying to undermine your father?"
Lynn Yates looked indifferently at her parents.
Charles and Alia were truly a match made in heaven.
Equally cunning and hypocritical.
Looking at them, Lynn Yates only felt a sense of unreality.
If she hadn’t secretly taken so hair for a paternity test when she was little, Lynn would really doubt if these two were her biological parents.
What kind of biological parents use their daughter’s marriage to sche, to harm others, to use as a bargaining chip for benefits?
"Dad, Mom, I’d like to ask, what do you an by this?" Lynn Yates raised an eyebrow, her smile mocking, "Were you really speaking for Jas Grant’s good just now?"
Her mockery stung Charles Yates’s nerves, and he sneered coldly, "Yes, I indeed wasn’t doing it for his good! What now, do you want to question your father for a man?!"
Lynn Yates, seething with anger, sneered coldly.
"Dad, you don’t need to change the concept on ! You’ve been wanting to swallow the Grant Group for not just a day or two, and now you’re trying to trap Jas Grant at the first opportunity. But have you thought about it? Jas Grant isn’t a fool; will he let you manipulate him? If he cos to his senses, what will happen to the Yates Family in the future, what will happen to my reputation?!"
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