Putting away his joking demeanor, Matthew Sullivan said sternly, "I came by to take back your CEO seal."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton instinctively looked at James Grant.
The CEO seal was the most important thing in the company.
Matthew Sullivan was so brazenly coming to demand it, clearly someone was implying to him to do so. Otherwise, with his past over twenty years of actions, he wouldn’t dare.
James Grant raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I didn’t bring it with me."
"James Grant, a wise man submits to circumstances." Matthew Sullivan’s attitude was much more arrogant, "You’re already a discarded pawn. Do you know how big a loss you caused the company this time with the gambling agreement? Are you still thinking of taking back the CEO position one day?" Check latest chapters at novęlfire.net
"Discarded pawn? I don’t like those words." James Grant’s tone was very calm.
Matthew Sullivan took two steps forward, looking down at James Grant from above: "Brother, now it’s not up to whether you like it or not, would you dare defy our father’s words?"
James Grant sat up, still unhurried.
Matthew Sullivan felt like he was punching cotton, all the past humiliation and dissatisfaction surged back into his heart.
He stepped forward and directly yanked James Grant’s collar.
"James Grant, I want the CEO seal now, you better hand it over immediately!"
Seeing him being so rude, Evelyn Clayton instinctively wanted to stop him.
But in the next second, James Grant swung a fist and slammed it hard into Matthew Sullivan’s face.
This punch was not light, leaving a bloodstain on the corner of Matthew Sullivan’s mouth.
He wiped it with his hand, his pupils dimmed, and immediately fought back.
But Matthew Sullivan was nothing more than a decorative pillow, getting knocked down in just a few strikes, holding his head in a sorry state.
James Grant’s face was expressionless, but his actions were fierce and forceful.
Seeing Matthew Sullivan beaten to a bloody state, Evelyn Clayton knew that if this continued, it might escalate to a fatal incident.
She directly stepped forward to block James Grant.
Matthew Sullivan only felt pain all over his body, but he was still conscious.
He didn’t want to show weakness in front of Evelyn Clayton, endured the pain and wiped the blood from his temple, barely standing up.
Matthew Sullivan’s mouth was filled with the taste of blood, he endured the urge, his fists clenched: "Evelyn, don’t be fooled by him, this man is very cunning, now he’s powerless and has no influence, you have no need to stay by his side. I’m the one who can give you happiness. Besides, we had a marriage proposal since we were young..."
At this moment, he still harbored unrealistic illusions!
Evelyn Clayton gave him a cold glance: "You think others are the same as you just because you’re a petty opportunist? Matthew Sullivan, you really are disgusting."
This cold, ruthless expression seemed to once again sting Matthew Sullivan.
"Evelyn Clayton, now that James Grant has been completely abandoned by The Grant Group, he wants to make a comeback, but it’s probably impossible for the rest of his life. Someday I will return to the Grant Family, and if you want to be the rightful Mrs. Grant, I could give you a chance considering our childhood ties."
"Matthew Sullivan, when you cheated on me, why didn’t you remember our marriage proposal? You are an illegitimate child without any legitimacy, what are you pretending to be now? In my view, you’re just a mad dog barking indiscriminately."
This was the first time Evelyn Clayton bluntly expressed her disgust for him.
Matthew Sullivan’s expression began to twist.
He ground his molars, angrily staring at the two.
"Fine, Evelyn Clayton, you will regret this someday, let’s wait and see."
Talking tough, who can’t?
Evelyn Clayton didn’t pay this any mind at all.
As for James Grant, he had a smile on his face, as if watching a good show.
The clown from the beginning to end had been Matthew Sullivan himself.