She even thought that if James Grant really needed a wife from a prestigious family, that person could very well be her.
She looked at James Grant, hoping that the answer he would give would align with her wishes.
But she was destined to be disappointed.
Still angry, James Grant opened his mouth with sarcasm: "Miss Monroe, what gave you the illusion that you have the right to meddle in my personal affairs?"
Harrison Grant can’t control him, so someone far less connected could?
Summer’s expression froze for a moment.
The next moment, more hurtful words pierced her heart.
"The collaboration between The Grant Group and The Ford Group has someone in charge. Miss Monroe, if there’s nothing else, you’d better not come anymore."
So as not to interfere and be an eyesore.
James Grant was resolute in his words, and after speaking, he walked away.
Summer Monroe hadn’t even adjusted her emotions when the man had already stepped into the elevator.
Quentin Hale followed behind with his head lowered.
In an instant, the entire top floor went so quiet, even the sound of typing disappeared.
Summer Monroe was so proud when she arrived, but now standing there, she seemed like a clown, making people sigh.
When had she ever endured such humiliation!
Furiously clenching her palms, she stormed out of The Grant Group and dialed a number.
"The address has been sent to you. Tie her up and bring her to that place. Once it’s done, I’ll give you whatever you want."
She couldn’t lay a hand on James Grant, but dealing with an abandoned Cinderella was no pressure at all!
The room was dimly lit. James Grant sank into the sofa, staring with a hostile gaze at the person sitting across from him.
"Laugh again, and get out."
With a dismissive coldness in his voice, Keith Donovan’s danger radar lit up, and he quickly stopped laughing, sitting up straight.
Next to him, Tristan Hawthorne watched James Grant irritably downing drinks and frowned, reaching out his hand.
Keith Donovan, who couldn’t stay serious for a few minutes, saw this and couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
"You gotta say, our dear James is quite the cause of chaos, three beauties vying for him - truly a winner in life!"
Having lamented, Keith Donovan excitedly slapped his thigh.
He looked as if he wished he could switch places.
"If you had this fortune, would you take it?"
Keith Donovan was about to nod when the crisp sound of a cup being set down by Tristan Hawthorne brought him back to reality.
Looking up, sure enough, James Grant was sneering.
He hurriedly shook his head: "Never mind, never mind, a brother’s wife is off limits, that much I understand, haha..."
James Grant let out a scornful laugh and turned his head.
The dark red wine swirled in the glass, and he lifted it to his lips, downing it until it was empty.
Tristan Hawthorne was helpless; with Keith Donovan’s interruption, his words were brushed off.
After a moment of thought, he changed the subject: "I don’t know what madness has struck The Ford Group lately, but they keep targeting the Yates Family. The project that the Yates Family worked hard to secure was snatched away."
Keith Donovan knew about this too; he had listened to it as entertainment before: "I thought it was just normal competition."
The business world changes in the blink of an eye, and until the last moment, no one can be sure where the chips will fall.
James Grant remained silent, unsure if he was listening.
Tristan Hawthorne shook his head and continued: "The Ford Group did it on purpose. After securing this project, they must have tasted success and want to strike at the Yates Family again." The most update n0vels are published on novel⸺fire.net
"Lynn Yates just let The Ford Group mess around?"
Wasn’t that woman very shrewd? Keith Donovan remembered clearly; earlier this year, their family almost fell into one of her traps.
No one knew the answer to that.
James Grant’s gaze fell on the wine rack, his eyes not so clear after drinking too much: "A rational person can’t beat a madman."