Harrison Grant’s eyes flashed with panic for a moment, fearing something was detected by him, he pretended to be calm.
"What could be the matter? Don’t babble nonsense, I’m leaving first!"
After speaking, Harrison Grant left the study without looking back.
The study was cold and silent, the dim light took on a sinister, demonic hue.
James Grant, dressed in black, was absorbed in the darkness, his aura as lifeless as a corpse.
After a long stillness, a faint breath could be heard in the silent air.
He closed his fierce eyes, isolating everything, tightly clenching his palm. The most update n0vels are published on novel⁂fire.net
For the last time, Harrison Grant chose to conceal the truth.
Within days, the news of the Grant Family’s marriage alliance with The Monroe Family had spread everywhere, with the buzz skyrocketing.
After the last collaboration with The Ford Family, Evelyn Clayton was invited by Franklin Ford to The Ford Group’s office today.
She answered the call and walked into The Ford Group.
The Ford Family employees were surprised at her arrival, showing stunned expressions.
"Franklin Ford, you’re so high-profile, aren’t you afraid others will find out something?"
Evelyn Clayton spoke these words on the surface, yet she didn’t care in the slightest.
Observing her indifferent demeanor, Franklin Ford chuckled.
"Find out what? The collaboration between The Ford Family and Grant Family is public knowledge."
Even if suspicions arise, a contract could easily squash them.
Evelyn Clayton lightly tapped the table with her fingers, her striking and alluring face showing an undercurrent of ambition.
"Have you read the news? Summer Monroe wants to marry into the Grant Family, she’s blatantly trying to step on your Ford Family."
A trace of maliciousness flashed in Franklin Ford’s eyes: "I looked into it, Summer Monroe’s whereabouts are confidential, apart from publicly disclosed business matters, her other activities are virtually untraceable, except..."
He paused, some hesitation on his face: "I did find out, Summer Monroe seems to be hiding some secrets, like regarding her health, last time she had a minor injury on her hand, yet invited a renowned specialist doctor from abroad."
Evelyn Clayton’s alluring phoenix eyes slightly squinted, the corners of her lips curling into a cold smile.
"Evelyn Clayton, what exactly are you trying to uncover from Summer Monroe? What’s the grudge between you two?"
Franklin Ford couldn’t understand.
Despite their minimal interaction, Evelyn Clayton persisted in probing into Summer Monroe’s background.
She restrained her cold smile, showing a seductive yet disdainful manner: "Just investigate Summer Monroe’s affairs, that’s all."
Franklin Ford gave her a deep look but couldn’t discern anything off from her icy demeanor.
He raised his eyebrows, took out the previous contract, and handed it to her: "No need for explanations, here’s the revised contract, check it out, if there’s no issue, you can sign."
She took the contract, grabbed a pen without glancing at it, and signed directly on the signature line.
Without a hint of hesitation, surprising him slightly.
"You’re not going to look?"
Evelyn Clayton calmly signed the contract, her commanding aura intense and compelling.
"Don’t question those you trust, and don’t trust those you question."
She stood up, took her bag, and glanced down at Franklin Ford.
A casual glance that caused Franklin Ford to freeze for a moment.
Watching her stride away, Franklin Ford’s eyes showed a hint of interest.
He seemed to realize why James Grant was interested in her.
Under the watchful eyes, Evelyn Clayton walked out of The Ford Group.
She headed towards the garage and made a call to Yara Reagan.
"Have you discovered anything?"
"No, for some reason, the vehicle involved in your father’s accident years ago can’t be found, to check the archives, only direct relatives can view the victim’s files at the police station, I can’t go, only direct relatives can access the victim’s archives."