Mr. Grant Treats Me Like a Treasure-Chapter 499 - 498: Missed Encounters
"She was stabbed twice by Joel Quinn, so she has injuries," Serena Sullivan could imagine Claire Sullivan’s physical condition.
She had blamed Claire Sullivan before.
When Claire Sullivan hugged Joel Quinn and told her to leave, she decided not to hate anymore.
She always wanted to have a home, a mother, a father.
Claire Sullivan married Joel Quinn; she thought it would be a happy family, treating Joel Quinn and Zoe Quinn well, but in the end...
One still can’t be too soft-hearted!
"Now, Felix Lockwood is taking care of her."
Finn Chandler thought it over and decided to tell Serena Sullivan the real situation of Claire Sullivan.
"Felix Lockwood?"
Serena Sullivan replied in surprise.
"What about Renee Grant?"
"Renee Grant was caught having an affair by a reporter, caught in bed. The Lockwood Family and Felix Lockwood couldn’t afford to lose face, so the two divorced."
"Having an affair?" Serena Sullivan was first puzzled, then realized whose cunning plan this was.
"After all, it’s his own sister, truly cold-hearted."
Finn Chandler thought, Ethan Grant is ruthless even to his own father and grandparents, let alone Renee Grant.
"Three days later, The Sterling Family will hold a banquet for me; they will both know."
Claire Sullivan and Ethan Grant will both know and naturally come to find me then.
Finn Chandler listened to Serena Sullivan’s arrangement, and while she was waiting to hear about The Sterling Family’s matter, Serena Sullivan suddenly changed the topic, "Who’s your beloved?"
"Ah!"
Finn Chandler’s face turned red instantly.
Serena Sullivan looked at Finn Chandler’s flushed cheeks and smiled, "We’ve been friends for so many years, never have I seen you blush or speak of romance!"
"If you don’t fall in love, people might assume you have a crush on me."
Serena Sullivan playfully remarked; it truly surprised her that Finn Chandler was seeking a romantic relationship with a man.
"Yes, I have a crush on you," Finn Chandler replied with a smile.
"After your incident, I suddenly felt it’s time to live for myself."
For more than twenty years, she had to mask her identity as Young Master Chambers, clearly loving dresses but having to wear men’s clothing every day.
Though she loved to smile, she had to keep a cold face, giving everyone a sense of aloofness.
"Julian Ford?"
Serena Sullivan asked again.
Since Serena Sullivan knew, Finn Chandler didn’t hide it any longer; her face flushed, she softly responded with an "Mm" and nodded.
"That’s wonderful!" Serena Sullivan pursed her lips and said, this was the best news she had heard.
She hoped Finn Chandler could stay with Julian Ford forever, hoped Finn Chandler wouldn’t weigh family interests and ruin her own life.
People, after all, need to live for themselves!
"He’s quite good."
Immersed in shyness and sweetness, Finn Chandler thought Serena Sullivan was praising Julian Ford, and after she spoke, she looked up to see Serena Sullivan’s beaming smile, only realizing she had misunderstood.
However, since she said it, there was no reason to be embarrassed; Julian Ford was indeed great.
She’s satisfied with him, even more so with this relationship!
The two chatted while eating, but Finn Chandler didn’t see Serena Sullivan off from the private room. Before The Sterling Family banquet started, Serena Sullivan still wanted to keep her presence unknown.
Finn Chandler stood at the private room door, watching Serena Sullivan being wheeled out of the hotel by The Sterling Family servant. She was planning to return to the private room when a man’s voice sounded from behind, "Young Master Chambers."
The voice was cold and deep; Finn Chandler turned to see a gaunt and indifferent face; it was Ethan Grant!
Indeed, Ethan Grant was contesting business with The Sterling Family, naturally in Imperial Capital!
Serena had just left, and Ethan Grant arrived, missing her by just a moment, almost meeting.
"Young Master Chambers, dining here with a friend?"
This was Serena Sullivan’s friend; Ethan Grant showed a congenial demeanor.
