Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Did You Touch Her?
In the hospital.
Harrison Grant called James Grant into the room and gave Nathan Carter a look.
Nathan Carter took out a document and handed it to James Grant.
He hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, but the contents of the document were financial statements of The Grant Group from recent years, with every item in the red.
Clearly, in recent years, the assets of The Grant Group have been declining and losing money.
James Grant’s deep eyes flashed with surprise, his facial muscles tightened, and he coldly questioned, "What’s going on?"
Harrison Grant predicted his reaction, maintained a solemn face, and said, "You’ve seen it, The Grant Group has been in a long-term deficit. Now, only if you marry Lynn Yates, the Yates Family can give the Grant Family a hand."
James Grant sneered, his hawk-like eyes narrowed dangerously, and then, in front of Harrison Grant, he tore the document into pieces, his lips curling into a wanton, insolent sneer.
"If you want to use me as a stepping stone, Harrison Grant, the woman from the Yates Family, you marry her."
Despite such humiliation, Harrison Grant’s face remained without a trace of anger, his eyes calmly watching him.
"I know who you want to marry, but it’s too late. Now, Matthew Sullivan has probably already taken care of things with Evelyn."
James Grant’s whole body suddenly stiffened, his breath halted: "What did you say?"
Harrison Grant chuckled nonchalantly: "Don’t worry, the drug is strong but in a small dose, it won’t harm Evelyn’s body."
His words instantly triggered James Grant’s murderous rage, and he charged up, fiercely grabbing Harrison Grant by the collar, murderous intent surging in his dark pupils, his teeth almost grinding to powder: "If you dare touch her, I’ll make you pay back a hundredfold!"
With that, he shoved Harrison Grant away violently and dashed out of the hospital.
He got into his car, slammed the pedal to the floor, and the sports car sped down the road like a bullet.
Cirrus Apartments.
The door was tightly shut, and James Grant, exuding a dark aura, kicked the door open savagely.
At a glance, he saw the woman on the bed, her clothes in disarray, large patches of skin exposed to the air.
On her tender white neck, dark red marks were starkly visible, stabbing his eyes with raging fire.
"James Grant, what a coincidence, Evelyn got tired and fell asleep."
Matthew Sullivan walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, his whole body dripping wet.
The fury in James Grant’s eyes instantly ignited, a blaze of murderous intent rising.
He charged at Matthew Sullivan and brutally choked him by the neck, veins bulging on his forehead, his face dangerously cold, each word laced with life-threatening malice: "Did you touch her?"
Matthew Sullivan’s breath was cut off, yet he insisted on mocking: "It was her own doing."
With that one sentence, all sanity snapped, terrifying murderous intent utterly exploded.
James Grant suddenly kicked Matthew Sullivan away, who hadn’t even the time to cry out in pain.
He pinned him to the ground, like beating that bodyguard, relentlessly, losing all reason, punch after punch, until Matthew Sullivan’s teeth were knocked loose, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, face bruised and swollen.
Yet Matthew Sullivan laughed maniacally, a deranged glint in his eyes: "Even if you beat me to death, Evelyn Clayton will still be mine!"
With that, James Grant mustered all his strength and brought down a ferocious punch, sending Matthew Sullivan into a dizzy spell, spurting blood, unable to speak.
"Stop!"
Nathan Carter arrived in time, pulling the uncontrollable James Grant away, leaving Matthew Sullivan beaten into a daze.
"James Grant! Can you take responsibility if someone dies?! What Director Grant decided, you can’t stop it! Since things have already happened, why not let go and separate from Evelyn Clayton, or else, there are some photos I have no choice but to release, forcing you to break up."
Nathan Carter deliberately glanced at the bedside table, where there was a camera. What kind of photos could be inside, James Grant understood perfectly.