Looking at Sumr Monroe’s expression, Matthew Sullivan imdiately understood.
He raised an eyebrow at Sumr, "I rember, you clearly liked my elder brother very much. So, now driven by love turned to hate, you can’t bear to touch him?"
Sumr sneered, "What does this have to do with you? You just need to do what you’re supposed to. Otherwise, what do you think would happen if your father found out about this? Would he break your legs?"
Matthew Sullivan couldn’t be bothered with Sumr’s threats.
Because he naturally had dirt on Sumr too.
Leaving the Monroe Family’s place, Matthew returned straight to his own residence.
It was a small apartnt that Harrison Grant had arranged for him.
When Harrison bailed him out of jail, Matthew had been living here ever since.
The apartnt wasn’t small, with two bedrooms and a living room, delicately decorated, more than enough for Matthew alone.
But standing on the balcony, looking at the moonlight outside, Matthew’s expression gradually beca ferocious.
No matter how well Harrison arranged it, he still felt like a vermin in the gutter.
Not even worthy of returning to the Grant Family’s old mansion where he should have had a place!
Why?
Why can Jas Grant and Jasper Grant bear the Grant na, while he is just a shaful illegitimate child?
Why still won’t Harrison allow him to acknowledge his roots at this point?
Why... does Evelyn Clayton always only have Jas Grant in her heart?
The resentnt in Matthew’s eyes grew heavier.
The sharp ringtone of his phone shattered the darkness, and Matthew glanced at the screen, raising an eyebrow.
Answering the call, Matthew chuckled lightly, "Oh, Second Brother."
On the other end ca Jasper Grant’s warm and gentle voice, "Marcus, how have you been lately?"
Matthew casually humd, "Thanks to you, Second Brother, at least I’m not dead."
"Is that so?" Jasper chuckled, his tone ambiguous, and in the most plain voice, he uttered words that were shocking, "Is it because life is too unpleasant? So, you turned to harm your own family?"
Matthew was startled, his pupils contracted sharply.
For a long ti, a drop of cold sweat slowly slid from his forehead.
Honestly, compared to the cold Jas Grant, what Matthew feared most was actually Jasper Grant.
Because he could see the ambition and depths hidden beneath Jasper’s warm and refined exterior.
In the past, their interests didn’t conflict, so it was fine.
But tonight Sumr had just said—
Matthew gritted his teeth, holding onto a sliver of hope, "What is Second Brother saying? I don’t understand."
"Oh?" Jasper remained as gentle as jade, "I have so photos here. Do you need to send them for you to take a look?"
As his words fell, before Matthew could react, his phone buzzed several tis in succession.
Matthew trembled as he went to click to view.
In his inbox, there were several MMS ssages, all of them photos of him entering and leaving the Monroe Family’s residential area.
"Third Brother, I don’t like people who are stubborn," Jasper finally spoke, his voice laced with a low sigh, "You used to be quite an understanding person, how co you’ve changed?"
Matthew swallowed, word by word, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Jasper chuckled lowly, his voice suddenly hoarse by a few degrees.
He didn’t beat around the bush, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Cooperate with , follow my orders, and I guarantee you’ll be wealthy and worry-free in the future. How about it?"
Matthew’s fingers clenched, "How do you want to cooperate with you?"
"Just follow my orders. As for Sumr, don’t expose yourself for now. When the ti is right, I’ll naturally tell you what to do."
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