"I came specifically to discuss this matter." Jasper Grant said seriously, "That Tim Young just agreed, saying we can meet to discuss the details of the collaboration, but he has to go on a business trip tonight, so there’s only the afternoon."
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"Does that mean, after today, discussions are off the table?"
Jasper Grant gave a light cough, "I think that’s the implication."
With a soft chuckle, James Grant stood up and walked out in a rather leisurely manner.
"In that case, let’s go."
The two brothers got into the car, and it was then that Jasper Grant realized belatedly with some worry.
"Tim Young probably already knows about us and Summer Monroe..." Jasper Grant slightly furrowed his brows, "What if he takes the opportunity to escalate the price?"
Lowering his gaze, James Grant concealed the indifferent sneer deep in his eyes.
He naturally had a plan; otherwise, he wouldn’t be meeting Tim Young.
The meeting was set at The Beaumont Hotel.
After arriving, James Grant was the first to get out of the car, but he paused in his steps.
"Brother, what’s wrong?" Jasper Grant asked, somewhat puzzled.
James Grant replied blandly, "You wait in the car. I’ll talk to him alone."
Without waiting for Jasper Grant’s response, James Grant walked straight into the hotel’s main entrance.
However, he didn’t notice that behind him, a fleeting shadow crossed Jasper Grant’s usually clear eyes, disappearing in an instant.
On the top floor of The Beaumont Hotel, James Grant arrived alone at the door of the only suite on the floor, raising his hand with a show of reluctance and stepped into the private room.
"Oh my, Director Grant is here?"
Soon, Tim Young emerged from the inner room of the suite upon hearing the noise.
His greasy, large face bore a shrewd smile as he stepped forward to shake hands with James Grant.
He discreetly glanced behind James Grant, surprised to see he was alone, his smile tinged with unexpectedness.
"Why did Director Grant come alone? I’m sorry for not welcoming you properly, please don’t hold it against me. Please, have a seat."
James Grant gave a faint smile, unfazed by it.
The two sat down, separated by a long table.
Leaning back in his chair, Tim Young chuckled as he looked at James Grant, "I don’t have much time, so let’s get straight to it. Director Grant, you’re a straightforward person, shall we get to the point, is that okay?"
James Grant looked at Tim Young, who seemed polite and civil, and didn’t point it out, his smile faint and casual.
"Please, Director Young, go ahead."
Tim Young handed a blue file to James Grant, "I heard a few days ago that Director Grant and Director Monroe from The Ford Group had suspended a project collaboration. I found it quite regrettable. However, before this, Director Monroe had already given me this project bid document; perhaps Director Grant would like to take a look?"
Upon hearing this, James Grant’s brows slightly twitched, and he took the file to browse through it.
Seeing the bid provided by Summer Monroe’s side, the smile in his eyes gradually turned cold.
James Grant lifted his eyelids and noticed the smugness hidden in Tim Young’s smile across the table.
In an instant, he understood everything.
It seemed this bid was given to Tim Young later by Summer Monroe herself.
The tactic was to initially present an exceptionally low bid, allowing Tim Young to deceive him so that when he proposed cooperation, they could swindle a sum.
Summer Monroe had counted on him not giving up on this collaboration, thinking he would have no choice but to accept the losses.
A cold smile crept out from the edge of James Grant’s thin lips. The intense handsome face was somewhat intimidating, and his faintly smiling yet nonchalant demeanor inexplicably instilled fear in people.
Tim Young couldn’t help but tense up, lightly coughing, "Director Grant, do you find this bid acceptable?"
James Grant’s lips slightly curled, yet his emotions remained unreadable.
"It seems, I have no reason to refuse, do I?"