The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 95: The Commercial Value of Yvette Aston
Ethan Grant sat across from Arthur Grant, lazily leaning back on the sofa. "Yes."
"Jayden’s issue must be resolved quickly. Voices are already emerging among the company’s executives and board. After all, Jayden is your brother, a member of the Grant Family. When one prospers, everyone prospers; when one falters, everyone falters." Arthur Grant reminded his son not to go too far.
"I can help Melody Crowe, and I can help Jayden Grant. Persuading Yvette Aston to marry him is also possible." Ethan Grant spoke with a negotiator’s tone, smiling.
Hearing that Ethan Grant could help, Melody Crowe, filled with spirit, ran out without even needing oxygen, slipping into her slippers. "Ethan’s back! Ethan, your brother..."
"I’ve tried all kinds of means. The Aston Family and you have pushed Yvette till she has no retreat except to marry into the Grant Family for protection. Using other means to force Yvette to withdraw the case is clearly impossible now." Ethan Grant laid the negotiations bare.
"Ethan... why don’t we make do with her first? Just agree for now, get the certificate, and after this is over, we’ll figure out how to deal with her. It’s just Yvette Aston," Melody Crowe quickly coaxed Ethan Grant.
"I can marry Yvette Aston," Ethan Grant said lightly.
Arthur Grant frowned. "No, Ethan’s reputation is also tied to the Grant Family’s prestige."
Ethan Grant sneered. In Arthur Grant’s eyes, the Grant Family’s reputation was more important than his own son.
"Arthur!" Melody Crowe choked with urgency. "Even if it’s just to temporarily appease Yvette, a hidden marriage would be enough. The marriage must not be made public. Jayden is also your son. You can’t be so biased. If he is sentenced and Jayden goes to jail, his life will be ruined."
Arthur Grant raised his hand, rubbed his temples, clearly a bit troubled.
"If I have to sacrifice, I have no problem with that, but shouldn’t a father also provide his son with some security for what belongs to him?" Ethan Grant was straightforward.
Melody Crowe was momentarily stunned, knowing that Ethan Grant would not easily back down.
She had been waiting for this.
"As soon as I get the certificate, I can go to the notary office to obtain my share of the stock. My grandfather’s and my mother’s shares—all belong to me. Father, do you have any objections to this?" Ethan Grant eyed Arthur Grant.
"No way!" Melody Crowe protested before Arthur Grant could say a word. "No... Ethan, your grandfather has more than just one grandson. Jayden is also his grandson. Those shares definitely... definitely can’t all go to you."
Ethan Grant sneered, standing up. "Then there’s nothing more to discuss. The company has regulations: any internal personnel with a criminal record, under no circumstances, can participate in company management."
Melody Crowe turned pale, her hands clenched in panic.
This Ethan Grant!
Clearly, Ethan Grant had allied with Yvette to ruin her son!
That damned Yvette.
Her eyes darting with calculation, Melody Crowe could only temporarily compromise. "Since the old man left a will... I have no objections."
Arthur Grant glanced up at Ethan Grant. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
At that moment, he truly understood that Ethan Grant had grown up.
"I have no objections," Arthur Grant said.
"As for the shares in Father’s hands, it’s up to you to decide who to give them to; it has nothing to do with me." Ethan Grant had no interest in calculating the shares Arthur held. If he deemed it appropriate, he could give them all to Jayden Grant.
As to whether to maintain this pitiful father-son relationship in the future, that depended on Arthur Grant’s actions.
Melody Crowe gritted her teeth, clenching her hands.
No rush, first get Jayden out, and if something unexpected happens to Ethan Grant...
Or if any dirt is found on him, the shares can still be contended for.
Moreover, marrying Yvette is a ticking time bomb, an indelible black mark on Ethan Grant’s life.
"Tomorrow, I’ll take Yvette to the notary office. I also hope Father can be a witness." Ethan Grant adjusted his tie and left directly.
He was not at all afraid of Melody Crowe exposing his marriage to Yvette, because Arthur Grant valued the Grant Family’s reputation immensely—probably to the extent that he wished to bury the matter underground.
"Arthur, look at Ethan; he’s grown up, doesn’t even have you in his eyes anymore, and has openly started contending for the family’s shares. The shares supposedly meant for both could all go to him," Melody Crowe cried, moving closer to Arthur Grant flatteringly.
Arthur Grant’s face turned stern. "Look at the ’good son’ you’ve raised! The shares are written in the will!"
Melody Crowe was scolded till her face turned alternately green and white, unwillingly clutching her hands. She would never let Ethan Grant succeed and monopolize everything.
...
Ethan Grant’s residence.
Yvette Aston sat on the sofa, waiting for Ethan Grant for a long time. Since she was in an unfamiliar environment, she dared not move around and decided to lie on the sofa to rest for a while.
Ethan Grant came home at ten o’clock that night.
After coming home, he found Yvette asleep on the sofa.
Looking at Yvette on the sofa, Ethan Grant paused, instinctively lightening his steps.
Throwing his suit to the side, Ethan Grant loosened his tie, originally thinking having a strange woman at home would make him uncomfortable, but seeing Yvette sleeping on the sofa, he surprisingly felt no aversion.
"Mr. Grant!" Yvette awakened, seeing Ethan back, hurriedly sat up, nervously raising her hand to tidy her hair.
"Did you have dinner?" Ethan glanced at the time.
Yvette shook her head.
Ethan Grant didn’t plan to eat at home tonight, so no chef was scheduled to prepare dinner.
The chef’s schedule was always arranged by Christopher Carter.
Frowning slightly, Ethan Grant clearly disapproved of Christopher Carter’s negligence.
"I... I made dinner. There are ingredients in the fridge, Mr. Grant... if you don’t mind, please have some." Yvette quickly stood up and went to the kitchen to bring out the still warm food.
Ethan Grant had already had dinner and initially intended to refuse, especially... given his obsession with cleanliness, he wouldn’t eat food prepared by non-regular chefs.
But recalling the fragrant meal Yvette had cooked for Henry Jennings in Montville, he unexpectedly wanted to try it.
Getting up to walk into the dining room, Ethan Grant eyed the food on the table.
Simple home-cooked dishes: dried shrimp with greens, two servings of rice, green pepper with tofu, and seaweed egg drop soup.
Unlike the executive chefs of Michelin star restaurants, Yvette’s food lacked presentation but felt oddly homey.
Ethan Grant sat down, picked up some chopsticks, and tasted a bite.
If Christopher Carter were there, he would have been shocked speechless.
Yvette eagerly watched Ethan Grant, knowing her culinary skills weren’t top-tier, but she put in effort.
Ethan Grant glanced up at Yvette, saw the anticipation in her eyes, and instinctively ate a few more bites. "Not bad."
"I... I washed the vegetables thoroughly," Yvette, holding her bowl of rice, smiled cautiously.
Ethan Grant saying it’s good meant a lot.
Pausing with his chopsticks, Ethan Grant looked at Yvette. "If you’re willing, you can handle the cooking. I’ll pay you separately."
Yvette stood up abruptly, vigorously waving her hand. "No, no need for payment. I can cook, and I’ll also... learn more dishes. Really, no need for money."
It’s more than enough already.
Ethan Grant didn’t want to give Yvette too much psychological burden, so he nodded. "Tomorrow, come with me to the notary office. Arthur Grant and Melody Crowe will be there too. Don’t worry, I’m here."
