He really couldn’t wait any longer.
Ever since James Grant took control, the shares Harrison Grant held onto had been diluted to almost nothing, and the feeling of losing power plunged him into deep anxiety.
He desperately needed a Grant family leader he could control.
And Evelyn Clayton was the perfect breakthrough.
After hearing what he said, Evelyn Clayton suddenly became curious about one thing.
"What does Uncle Grant take Matthew Sullivan for?"
A bargaining chip on a chessboard?
Does he think that as long as he controls Matthew Sullivan, he can win this duel using The Grant Group as the chessboard?
Evelyn’s curiosity would not get an answer, as Harrison Grant feigned a smile.
"Evelyn, listen to yourself, Matthew Sullivan is my son, I naturally regard him as my kin, or else why would I arrange things for him? Don’t you agree?"
"I’m getting old, if I don’t do something for him, it’ll be too late."
In simple terms, there was fatherly love, but not much of it.
Evelyn had no doubt that if Matthew Sullivan also broke free from his control, Harrison Grant wouldn’t say the same.
"Whether you treat him as a son is your business, it has nothing to do with me." Evelyn’s tone was cold: "If you really want to compensate him, listen to what he truly lacks, there’s no need to start with me."
The marriage between her and Matthew Sullivan was already in name only, yet it was Harrison Grant who kept dwelling on the matter.
Whether he wanted to see a large family of descendants or seize power from his son, Harrison Grant knew well enough in his heart.
He also knew that Evelyn Clayton was an indispensable part.
Both sons were infatuated with this woman, and as long as he could ensure the obedient Matthew marries her, and keep Evelyn under control, he had nothing to fear from James Grant’s resistance.
They say heroes are often swayed by beauty, the ancients did not deceive him!
Evelyn watched as his expression changed, the greed in his eyes overtaking any pretense of affection, not at all surprised.
It had only been half an hour, and she had lost interest in continuing what felt like a fruitless conversation, murmuring: "Uncle Grant, I’m tired, why don’t you go back first, we can talk about this next time."
"What’s there to discuss, you just need to agree." Harrison Grant laughed.
Since he was still an elder, Evelyn remained patient: "Marriage is not a child’s play; barring any accidents, it’s a lifelong partnership. I just had a quarrel with Matthew Sullivan a few days ago, if I rashly agree now, things could get ugly if we have to separate later." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
At that time, it wouldn’t just be Evelyn who would lose face, but the entire Grant family.
Harrison Grant squinted, the smile gradually fading from his lips.
The marriage, he could not force, but another matter needed resolution.
"Evelyn has grown up and has her own opinions now." He restrained his itching thoughts, sighed: "You all are still young, it was I who forgot you still have choices, back in the day we adhered to our parents’ wishes and the matchmaker’s words..."
"Times have changed," Evelyn responded indifferently: "Uncle Grant need not worry, Matthew and I will discuss this matter well."
Harrison Grant smiled kindly: "That’s fine, that’s fine... However, there is one more thing I came for this time."
He changed his tone, opening the case he had with him.
Inside were neatly arranged blood extraction devices, with one side even set aside a small area filled with ice cubes.
That was the place to store blood.
Evelyn instantly understood, Harrison Grant hadn’t come to discuss marriage, he had come to draw her blood!
That was his true purpose!