For any family with even a bit of industry, it’s impossible to achieve equal distribution.
To grow strong, what is needed are leadership, a keen long-term vision, unique professional judgment and decision-making, not so-called fairness and harmony.
"In terms of capability, anyone with eyes can see who the more suitable candidate is. Uncle Grant, being their father, must see this clearer than anyone else. If you intend to use Matthew Sullivan to restrain James Grant, then your plan won’t work. James Grant isn’t as easily controlled as you imagine."
Evelyn Clayton’s words were not exactly polite.
But out of civility, Harrison Grant maintained a warm and kind demeanor and did not lose his temper: "Evelyn, you’ve misunderstood Uncle Grant’s intentions." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NovєlFіre.net
"Uncle Grant, if you’re just here to match me with Matthew Sullivan, then let’s forget it. I know the time is near, and my choice won’t change."
With that, Evelyn Clayton didn’t linger, said her goodbyes, and left.
Behind her, Harrison Grant watched her departing figure with a somber face and eyes full of coldness.
In the hall, James Grant raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw Evelyn Clayton return with a composed expression.
It seemed she didn’t suffer a loss.
He knew that this girl had a sharp wit and tongue, and Harrison Grant might not necessarily have the upper hand against her.
The banquet continued as usual, but Evelyn Clayton’s mind was never at peace again, pondering over the attitudes of Harrison Grant toward herself, James Grant, and Matthew Sullivan over the years, and the doubts in her heart thickened—
She had always felt that something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t quite figure out what was amiss.
"James Grant, how does Uncle Grant usually treat you three brothers?" After thinking for a long time, Evelyn Clayton nudged James Grant with her elbow.
Her intuition told her that Harrison Grant seemed to harbor some secrets unknown to her.
"Why are you asking?" James Grant suddenly leaned closer, his high nose almost brushing against hers, his thin lips slightly curved, and his eyes full of teasing: "Is this part of choosing a fiancé? Comparing who is more valued by the Grant family?"
"You’re such a talker!"
Evelyn Clayton realized that James Grant didn’t seem inclined to talk further and didn’t plan to explain. She just changed the subject, saying she was tired and wanted to go home early to rest.
A few days later, Finn Lawrence’s lawsuit was delivered to Atlas Group.
Probably because the parties involved are also significant enterprises, and the amount involved is not small, the court soon arranged a trial date.
On the day of the trial, Evelyn Clayton, James Grant, Matthew Sullivan, and Iris Lockwood were present. The client’s legal team and lawyers were already in place, and the spectator area was crowded with media reporters and relevant staff.
The scene was a bit crowded, and the air was filled with a serious and tense atmosphere, which was suffocating.
Iris Lockwood sat at the defendant’s table, watching from the corner of her eye as a dozen cameras recorded her from not far away, and she couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat on her forehead.
To be honest, she didn’t have much confidence.
Noticing Iris Lockwood’s nervousness, Finn Lawrence’s legal team spoke confidently into the microphone, each word resounding firmly.
Finally, they glanced at Evelyn Clayton and others with a hint of provocation.
"Oh, by the way, Judge, we have new evidence to submit — please permit our witness, the defendant’s assistant Luke Lewis, to testify!"
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton and James Grant exchanged glances, both seeing the caution in each other’s eyes.
Evelyn Clayton leaned a bit closer to James Grant, asking quietly, "What should we do, are you confident?"
James Grant chuckled lightly, stroking his chin, his eyes full of amusement.
"Wasn’t the evidence inspection and preparation assigned to Iris Lockwood? How would I know?"
His casual tone made it seem as if this lawsuit had nothing to do with him.