Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 83 - 82: A Human Face with Dog’s Eyes

South Grant’s plan was to give his shares to Shawn Grant, making Shawn Grant’s shares equal to Miles Grant’s.

This way, the two would fight against each other, and when the sandpiper and the clam fight, there will be an injury, and then he could reap the benefits.

Miles Grant had always thought South was going to give the shares to him, and South Grant had been looking for an excuse to appease Miles Grant.

Now, this receptionist provided South Grant with a ready-made excuse.

South Grant took out his phone and called Shawn Grant, who quickly answered.

"I’m transferring the shares I have to you, do you want them?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Shawn Grant, holding the phone, was a little stunned.

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

How could South Grant possibly hand over shares to him, he couldn’t even hate him enough yet.

"Idiot, take it or leave it, I’m giving you three minutes, I’m on the first floor of the company, three minutes later, goodbye, and don’t even think about the shares anymore."

With that, South Grant hung up the phone. Miles Grant’s and Shawn Grant’s offices were on the top floor, and from the top floor to the first floor, especially during elevator rush hour, it would kill Shawn Grant.

From the moment he hung up, South Grant watched the time, he wouldn’t wait an extra second for Shawn Grant.

But knowing how much Shawn Grant valued the shares, even if he had to jump directly from the top floor, he would probably do it.

At the very last two seconds, Shawn Grant’s somewhat chubby body dashed from the stairway.

When he reached over, he couldn’t even speak, panting heavily as he blocked South Grant from leaving.

"South...South...South, Third Uncle..."

Shawn Grant couldn’t even utter a complete sentence, he had run down the stairs from the top floor in one breath, just afraid that after three minutes South Grant would leave.

South Grant looked at Shawn Grant’s current state and, without a word of nonsense, pointed at the woman at the reception and said directly:

"You fire her, and the shares in my hand are yours."

Shawn Grant was a little confused, not knowing what part South Grant was playing, and couldn’t help but look up at the receptionist.

"South, what did she do to you?"

"I think she looks pretty good, but her face has a pair of dog eyes, looking down on people. Our Grant Group employing such a receptionist, anyone who doesn’t know better would think everyone working here is a dog."

The woman at the reception blushed, hearing South Grant insinuatingly scold her for looking down on people.

Unexpectedly, South Grant could actually invite the Third Lord of the Grant Family down. Wasn’t it said that South Grant had long since lost his position at home?

Why did the scene seem a bit off?

Hearing South Grant’s words, Shawn Grant understood. South Grant was definitely belittled by this receptionist when he came to the company.

To get the shares from South Grant, Shawn Grant walked up to the woman and slapped her, then angrily scolded:

"Get out, pack your things and leave the company now."

The receptionist, slapped by Shawn Grant, had a swollen cheek. Covering her face, she said tearfully:

"Third Lord, you’re merely a manager of a branch, such personnel changes in the headquarters are not for you to decide. My sister is the chairman’s secretary, my position was appointed by the chairman himself, if I’m to be dismissed, it has to be the chairman’s call."

The chairman she referred to was Miles Grant, and her words hit Shawn Grant’s sore spot.

He had only 5% fewer shares than Miles Grant, and Miles Grant was the chairman of the Grant Group, while he was merely the manager of a branch.

How could Shawn Grant swallow this insult!