Flirted Wrong, Married Right-Chapter 321: This Is So Interesting
As Shirley Owens finished speaking, James Grant abruptly stood up. ππ£πππππππΌππ²πΉ.ππ π
He turned to leave, but Harrison Grantβs face darkened: "Where are you going?"
"Somethingβs come up." James, reluctant to say more, only wanted to find Evelyn Clayton, "Weβll talk another day."
Harrison Grant was dissatisfied: "Youβve been here for less than half an hour, not even had dinner yet, and youβre in a rush to leave. Is this not your home anymore?"
James Grant lowered his eyes to look at the dining table in front of him.
He had been there for almost twenty minutes, and there wasnβt a drop of water or a set of utensils provided. What was he supposed to eat? The tablecloth?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Shirley Owensβ gloating expression, but James was indifferent and dismissive.
Ever since Shirley Owens took over the household, he understood that it would eventually become the home of Shirley Owens and Jasper Grant.
Although he also realized that Shirley Owens deliberately mentioned that Evelyn Clayton might have donated blood to Summer Monroe just to make him anxious and cause Harrison Grant dissatisfaction.
But he didnβt care.
He just wanted to confirm if Evelyn Clayton was alright.
"Have you forgotten your status?" Harrison Grantβs last remnants of patience evaporated, his face cold, "You have a fiancΓ©e now! You and Evelyn Clayton have long since ended!"
"Dad, donβt be angry, maybe James has other matters to attend to." At this moment, Jasper Grant stood up, poured water for Harrison Grant, soothingly said, "The company relies on big brother; without him, things are hard to manage."
At his words, Harrison Grantβs frown deepened.
He was wary of his sonβs machinations within the corporation, like a monarch fearing a successorβs power rising above all.
But father and son were more like sovereign and minister. Although Jasper Grant was his chosen βcrown princeβ, how could the princeβs power surpass that of the emperor?
"If employees canβt do their jobs without the boss, then theyβre of no use. Being the general manager, Jasper, you oversee HR, havenβt you vetted them properly?" James Grantβs voice was indifferent, his dark eyes sweeping over Jasper Grant with an almost imperceptible sneer and mockery.
In response, Jasper Grant smiled gently, his gaze deep: "It seems Iβve neglected my duties."
Calm and serene, with not a single flaw exposed.
As he always was in discussions with James and Harrison Grant, one would think him the epitome of goodness.
Suddenly, James found it all dull, boring, and utterly tedious.
He was well aware of what kind of person Jasper Grant was, maybe Harrison Grant also knew.
The three of them harbored their own schemes, none truly yielding to another.
"Iβve got some contracts to review, Iβm leaving now."
Dismissing Harrison Grantβs anger, James donned his damp coat, changed his shoes, opened his umbrella, and vanished back into the rain.
Harrison Grant was deeply angered, but didnβt intend to undermine his eldest sonβs reputation in front of Shirley Owens and Jasper Grant, so with a sullen face, he went upstairs on his own.
Shirley Owens, compliant, followed him up, exchanging a glance with Jasper Grant before going.
As the servants came to clear the table, Jasper Grant went to the kitchen to make himself a sugar-free latte.
Holding the steaming cup, he walked to the main houseβs entrance, stood beneath the porch, watching the drizzling rain outside, and smiled lightly, taking a sip of the fragrant coffee.
Indeed, James Grant still couldnβt let go of Evelyn Clayton.
And naturally, Evelyn Clayton still thought of James Grant.
Otherwise, how else would she be so easily coerced by Heather Donovan?
Having finished his coffee, Jasper Grantβs sharp, slender features held a faint smile, inadvertently betraying a grim fierceness.
Interesting, truly interesting.
