Chapter 154: Chapter 154: I Came Here for You
"Director Archer, what a coincidence, I’m here to see you specifically."
As he spoke, James Grant’s gaze emitted a chilling coldness.
Director Archer felt a chill run down his spine.
"Director Archer, we don’t mean anything else, just want to inquire why the distribution channels are having issues?"
James Grant went straight to the point.
But Director Archer was trembling and evasive, showing no intention of answering directly.
Then, there was a click, and Evelyn Clayton shook her phone at him with a smile.
"Director Archer, I’ve heard that Mrs. Archer has quite a temper. You’ve only been able to rise thanks to her family’s assets. Tell me, what would Mrs. Archer do if she found out about your late-night meetings with beauties?"
Upon hearing this, Director Archer’s expression changed immediately.
"Please, you two, spare me. This mishap was not my intention! The channels are actually perfectly fine; it’s just that someone is secretly suppressing The Grant Family. But as for who the culprit is, I have no idea."
James Grant nodded noncommittally.
The old man felt like he was granted amnesty, and ran off faster than a rabbit.
Just when the two were at a loss, James Grant’s phone suddenly rang, and he frowned as he looked at the flashing number.
Evelyn Clayton glanced over; Harrison Grant’s name was jumping on the screen.
James Grant stepped aside to answer the call, and Evelyn couldn’t hear clearly.
After hanging up, James Grant’s expression was somewhat obscure.
Soon after, he received a message from Keith Donovan.
The man remained silent, grabbing Evelyn Clayton’s hand directly.
The Donovan Family mansion was brightly lit even at night.
Keith Donovan was already waiting at the door, pacing back and forth, looking a bit anxious.
He saw James Grant and Evelyn Clayton walking together from afar.
Seeing Evelyn dressed like that, Keith couldn’t help but tease: "Didn’t expect you two to play like this."
Receiving a cold glance from James Grant, Keith Donovan could only shut up obediently.
"Why couldn’t you explain over the phone, and insisted I come here?"
James Grant’s voice was cold, with a hint of exhaustion.
"It’s indeed a big deal. Did you know that your father met with investors before your bet agreement went wrong?"
This news was like a bombshell.
The three present exchanged glances, and finally Evelyn Clayton broke the silence.
"Uncle Grant hasn’t been well recently, needing regular blood transfusions to sustain life signs. Yet he still has the leisure to run around for your project."
Now all the pieces were coming together, the signs beginning to show.
James Grant fell into contemplation, silent.
And Keith Donovan spoke as if pondering, "Could it be possible? Your father deliberately met with distributors for your project? He might have heard something and wanted to help you reduce the losses as much as possible."
Everything remains uncertain, nothing is known yet.
James Grant continued to say nothing, but Evelyn gradually felt something was off.
As midnight arrived, after a day of rushing around and continuous shocks, and finally in a safe environment, Evelyn Clayton felt breathless and extremely tired.
Then, her vision went dark.
When she came to, she found herself leaning in the man’s embrace.
Evelyn reached out to push away his restraint.
James Grant didn’t give her the chance, directly lifting her horizontally.
"It’s late. Let’s rest first. Other matters can wait until tomorrow."
This was the Donovan Family.
But to James Grant, it was as if he was the owner here, directly carrying Evelyn upstairs.
...
No one knew how long it had been, but Keith Donovan was drowsy when he heard a sudden earth-shattering knocking.
With a face of anger, he opened the door to see James Grant standing there, looking energetic.
"Brother, you’re really made of steel, can stay composed even with a beauty in your arms. What do you want with me now? Are you not letting anyone rest?"
James Grant entered the room directly, sitting on the leather sofa, rubbing his temples tiredly.
"Tomorrow, help me sell off all my assets."
Keith Donovan was instantly wide awake.
He stared with wide eyes, stepping up to James Grant.
"Are you crazy? Selling all your assets to fill this hole? If you lose the bet, you’ll become a complete pauper!"
"Just go, stop with the nonsense."
James Grant’s decisions were never questioned.
And indeed, the next day, The Grant Group’s 20% shares were on the market, causing an uproar.
Evelyn Clayton was awakened by a series of phone ringtones, sitting groggily on the bed with disheveled hair.
Regaining some awareness, she pushed hard against the man lying next to her. This guy, taking advantage again!
"Hey, wake up, the phone’s been ringing non-stop. Can’t you hear it?"