The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two Chapter 59: He Was the Reason Yvette Aston Was Imprisoned

Private Room.

Ethan Grant pushed open the door, walked in with a sullen expression.

A few bosses were drinking heavily, holding beauties in their arms, surrounded by attendants, the atmosphere decadent.

With a slight frown, Ethan Grant scanned the room coldly but did not see Yvette Aston’s figure.

Inexplicably, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is Holly Ziegler?" Christopher Carter asked.

The few big bosses were too intoxicated to hear Christopher Carter’s words.

Christopher Carter directly turned on the lights, shut off the music, and spoke sternly. "Who is Holly Ziegler."

Because he was Ethan Grant’s assistant, naturally, Christopher Carter carried more arrogance than an average assistant; he had the capital to be proud.

The bosses looked at Christopher Carter unhappily. "Who are you..."

Soone recognized Ethan Grant’s appearance, abruptly stood up, dizzy, thinking they were seeing things due to drinking too much. "Mr. Grant?"

Holly Ziegler also stood up in shock. "Mr. Grant?"

Ethan Grant, how could these nightclub won not recognize him.

These business circle bigwigs, they knew each one by face.

"Mr. Grant! Why have you co to Montville without informing us in advance so we could arrange beforehand." The manager rushed in from outside. "Mr. Grant, what brings you here."

Holly Ziegler looked nervously at Ethan Grant, this man... too handso.

Wealthy and of high status, what woman could resist such a man.

Holly Ziegler smiled flirtatiously, spoke softly. "Mr. Grant... Are you here to see ?"

"Where is Yvette Aston?" Ethan Grant didn’t want to waste words, frowned, staying away from the rushing manager.

He hated won getting close.

Christopher Carter hurriedly stood between the two, blocking any won trying to pounce. "Yvette Aston was living with you, where is she?"

Holly Ziegler froze for a mont, then reacted.

Ethan Grant, a mber of the Grant Family.

He was the real brother of Yvette Aston’s fiancé, Jayden Grant.

Seeing Ethan Grant so aggressive, Yvette Aston having fled from ridia...

"Mr. Grant... Who’s Yvette Aston? I don’t know who you’re talking about." Holly Ziegler instinctively wanted to protect Yvette Aston.

Christopher Carter frowned and spoke. "If it wasn’t thoroughly investigated, do you think we’d co looking for you?"

"Mr. Grant, are you referring to Shannon Sumrs?" The manager, not daring to offend Ethan Grant, naturally knew who Ethan Grant must be referring to. "She’s been off work for a while."

"Call her." Ethan Grant instructed Holly Ziegler to contact Yvette Aston.

"She doesn’t have a phone." Holly Ziegler no longer lied. "Might be at my place."

"I just ca from your place, she’s not there." Ethan Grant was sowhat displeased.

Holly Ziegler paused. "Then... I really don’t know, she’ll definitely co to work tomorrow; maybe Mr. Grant could co back tomorrow?"

She had to think quickly of a way to inform Yvette Aston.

No idea where that little girl had run off to.

...

Imperial Orchid Bay, Villa.

Yvette Aston woke up, nervously sitting in the car, refusing to get out.

Henry Jennings, very patient, leaned against the car door, smiling at Yvette Aston. "Afraid I’ll eat you?"

Yvette Aston remained silent, her hands nearly breaking from her own grip.

Taking this step, there was no turning back for her.

But Sumrs is still waiting, his illness can’t be delayed too long, needing to confirm the condition and settle a treatnt plan as soon as possible.

She needed money, Sumrs needed schooling.

"Just three years... right?" Yvette Aston got out of the car, speaking softly.

Henry Jennings nodded. "Yes."

Yvette Aston clutched her clothes, spoke softly. "Tomorrow... I’ll go for a dical check-up."

Everyone at the club knew Henry Jennings rarely touched club won, picky about won; passing a dical check was the first step to becoming his woman.

Henry Jennings paused, turned into the living room.

Yvette Aston, still so easy to deceive.

The eyes once clear and foolish, now seed only foolish.

"Co in, I won’t touch you tonight." Seeing Yvette Aston still awkwardly standing outside the door, Henry Jennings spoke again.

Yvette Aston sighed with relief, slowly moved into the living room.

Henry Jennings’s ho was large, yet sparse, obviously living alone, house sowhat ssy, apparently not used to having a maid.

While Henry Jennings showered, Yvette Aston stood bored, helped Henry Jennings tidy up the ho’s hygiene.

When Henry Jennings ca out, the living room was already renewed.

Yvette Aston awkwardly stood aside. "I... just did so cleaning."

Henry Jennings said nothing, brought Yvette Aston to the door, registered her face and fingerprints on the code lock. "I don’t co back often, you might as well live here."

Yvette Aston paused, opened her mouth, ultimately didn’t ask.

Did Henry Jennings treat every woman so generously?

"Go to sleep." Henry Jennings instructed Yvette Aston to sleep.

Yvette Aston entered the guest room, Henry Jennings, however, was not sleepy at all.

Five years ago, Yvette Aston was sued for extortion by Jayden Grant and Stellan Aston, it was his idea.

It was he who hinted to Jayden Grant, hoping thus to force Yvette Aston into submission.

He thought, driven to despair, no matter his conditions, Yvette Aston would agree.

But Yvette Aston refused.

In court, she actually pleaded guilty.

That day, Henry Jennings was at the scene.

He wished for Jayden Grant to withdraw the charges, but it was too late.

At that ti, Yvette Aston’s stubbornness and determination moved others to both pity and hate...

He loathed Yvette Aston’s unyielding integrity, like a white rose blooming against the wind, unbreakable amidst any storm.

Having never faced defeat with won, his twisted amusent wanted to see this woman worn down to dull edges.

In Yvette Aston’s third year in prison, for good behavior, she had a chance for early release.

But Jayden Grant and Stellan Aston’s people secretly intervened.

Upon learning, Henry Jennings first went to the prison to visit; he wished to see if Yvette Aston had softened during those three years, ready to bend her noble back.

But Yvette Aston refused to see him.

He again... chose to stand idly by.

Until the five-year sentence was completed, Yvette Aston was released from prison.

Reclining on the couch, smoking, Henry Jennings’s thoughts were complex.

Before, he thought his feelings for Yvette Aston were rely a fleeting infatuation, an amazent that turned into the only woman he couldn’t love, persistently refusing to bow or soften before him.

But later he realized, Yvette Aston had beco his obsession.

The phone kept buzzing, Henry Jennings feeling irritated.

The ssages were from Lynn Chase.

"President Jennings, you’ve not contacted recently."

Henry Jennings felt irritable, with Yvette Aston released, unexpectedly coming to him, he now felt only impatience for all won.

"Contact Ben Ziegler tomorrow, he’ll handle the resources," Henry Jennings sent the ssage, promptly blocking the contact.

He’s generous to won, yet also always decisive.

Except for Yvette Aston, not because he couldn’t harden his heart towards her, but because after being harsh, he found himself regretting it.

This feeling, damn...

Irritating.

Taking a deep breath, Henry Jennings slowly closed his eyes; he couldn’t let Yvette Aston know he manipulated the past.

He wouldn’t let Yvette Aston go, but he could compensate.

"Ben Ziegler, contact the blood and genetics expert in ridia, discuss Yvette Aston’s son’s condition."

Actually, Henry Jennings was surprised he didn’t mind Yvette Aston having another man’s child.

Especially since he was so choosy with other won.

"President Jennings! The club called to say Ethan Grant arrived in ridia tonight ahead of schedule, looking for Yvette Aston at the club..."