"I announce, from now on, there will be no cooperation between the Grant Group and the Lawson Group, and I will not accept any help from the Lawson Group, nor will I seek Landon Lawson anymore."
Miles Grant said indignantly, having broken the silence, he must stick to it.
Mr. Grant laughed coldly, looking at this son who was no longer under control, furiously throwing everything onto him, and Miles Grant didn’t dodge, letting the items hit him.
"Fine, now your wings have hardened, you don’t listen to me anymore. I can’t manage this company, anyone who wants to manage it can do so."
After venting his anger, Mr. Grant turned and walked out in a fit of rage.
Miles Grant watched his departing figure, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Does anyone know his difficulties? Is there anyone who understands his troubles?
Mr. Grant said he wouldn’t manage the company anymore, and Miles Grant believed it, for this man is one to keep his word.
Everything seemed to have entered a calm period, but it was only the calm before the storm, with dark tides surging, one day it would definitely erupt completely.
Invitations were sent out, it was well known that Felix Orwell was the scion of the Orwell Group, although he had little influence domestically, behind him was the Orwell Group in France.
There he was also leading a major firm, wanting to enter France, one naturally must build good relations with Felix Orwell, this invitation immediately became a chance for everyone wanting to board Felix Orwell’s big ship. Discover more novels at novel※fire.net
Tom Quinn looked at the invitation in his hand and angrily slammed it onto the table.
"What’s wrong? What made you angry again?"
Amanda Warren had been quiet lately, nothing had happened, looking at the invitation, surprisingly, it was sent by Felix Orwell, her eyes lit up.
"Why so agitated? This is a good thing."
"Felix Orwell even sent an invitation, saying he’s holding a large party, does he really think this is his France? A place where the carefree scion can do as he pleases?" Tom Quinn’s temper had been worsening lately.
Amanda Warren wasn’t as violent as Tom Quinn, she held the invitation with two fingers and spoke slowly: "This might be our chance to turn the tables."
"Chance to turn the tables?"
Tom Quinn became interested, being suppressed everywhere at the company by Sienna Quinn, he was almost at the limit of his tolerance, from being admired by everyone to having no authority, how could Tom Quinn be happy?
Amanda Warren’s beautiful eyes slightly turned, "I think Felix Orwell could be our family’s son-in-law."
"Son-in-law? Don’t dream, he has made it clear he doesn’t fancy our Claire." Tom Quinn sneered, he originally thought it was a good plan, turns out he was still thinking about Felix Orwell.
"This time let Claire seize the opportunity, I don’t believe with Claire’s looks, she can’t capture Felix Orwell?"
Tom Quinn looked at Amanda Warren who started daydreaming, lazy to manage her, anyway, the current situation couldn’t be worse, let them run wild.
Vera Yates received the invitation, her mouth curled into a wicked smile, previously thinking to find an opportunity, today seemed to be the right time.
Others also received this invitation.
Axel Yates held the invitation, somewhat puzzled, Felix Orwell’s interest in Sienna Quinn was known to all except the parties involved, how dare he do things under Sienna Quinn’s eyes? Wasn’t he afraid to anger her?
After much thought, Axel Yates guessed Sienna Quinn wouldn’t get angry, after all, that woman was oblivious, she hadn’t noticed Felix Orwell’s feelings for her.
The time was set for tomorrow night, in a villa in the suburbs.
Axel Yates called Danielle Carter, asked about her work schedule for the next two days, tomorrow night she happened to be free, "Prepare for tomorrow, we’re going to Felix Orwell’s party."
Upon hearing they could attend Felix Orwell’s party, Danielle Carter was thrilled, if nothing goes wrong, she might see Sienna Quinn at the party.
Axel Yates looked at Danielle Carter’s excited face, knowing she wanted to see Sienna Quinn.
At the Lawson Group, Landon Lawson sat in the office, Nolan Shaw stood beside him, speaking hesitantly: "President Grant called again today, said he wanted to talk with you."
Mr. Grant had called every day recently, initially Landon Lawson would take the call, but never expected Mr. Grant called to apologize.
Landon Lawson was most aware of Mr. Grant’s situation, not expecting he would sell out Miles Grant for profit.
Now Landon Lawson finally understood why Miles Grant always felt inferior in front of him.
"From now on, unless it’s Miles Grant calling, reject all calls from the Grant Family for me."
Nolan Shaw was stunned, after all, Miles Grant was Landon Lawson’s good friend.
But today several businesses Landon Lawson previously assigned to the Grant Family returned, something that would never happen before.
Landon Lawson knew he couldn’t meet the Grant Family now, he still knew little about Miles Grant’s matters.
"President Lawson, the Grant Family businesses have all been returned."
"Let them be returned."
Landon Lawson wasn’t surprised, yesterday after Miles Grant came over, he could roughly guess, but didn’t expect Miles Grant was so resolute, returning all the previous businesses.
Landon Lawson looked at Nolan Shaw, who hadn’t left yet, confused: "Why aren’t you leaving?"
"There’s one more thing." Nolan Shaw hesitated briefly, then placed an invitation in front of Landon Lawson: "President Lawson, this is an invitation sent by President Orwell, saying he’s holding a party tomorrow..."
Felix Orwell hadn’t been here long, repeatedly holding parties, because he was the son of the Orwell Family, he naturally attracted the most attention, since the company opened, Sean Carter had been managing everything, while Felix Orwell had been out dining and playing every day, just like he was in France, practically a playboy.
Now he wants to bring these bad habits here, Landon Lawson snorted coldly, "Not going!"
"Alright, I’ll leave now." Nolan Shaw stepped back, about to go out, when Landon Lawson suddenly called him back.
"Will Sienna Quinn be there?"
Nolan Shaw was stunned for a moment, shared what he knew.
"President Quinn also got the message, but it’s uncertain whether she’ll go."
Landon Lawson’s gaze deepened, Felix Orwell, that reckless scoundrel, his eyes were always strange when he looked at Sienna Quinn, if she goes, then drinks some...
No, Landon Lawson dared not think further, with a scheming, illicitly ambitious man eyeing his wife, how could Landon Lawson be at peace?
"Hmm? Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t go?" Nolan Shaw was dumbstruck.
What’s going on with the boss? His mood changes quicker than flipping a page, just now he was disdainful, didn’t want to go, now suddenly he’s going? This is too unusual!