Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Three Percent of the Shares
Their distance was only a few inches apart, and as their breaths exchanged, the temperature gradually rose.
On the brink of action, the door suddenly knocked.
Evelyn Clayton turned her head and saw the two people at the doorway, her expression immediately darkened.
It was Philip Lockwood and Charlotte Sterling.
"What are you here for?"
Evelyn Clayton and James Grant separated, their voices cold and indifferent.
The two exchanged a glance, Charlotte Sterling forced a smile: "Evelyn, Mother wants to discuss something with you regarding Iris and Matthew Sullivan."
"You don’t want me to get involved with their mess, do you?"
Evelyn Clayton sneered: "When they were sneaking around behind my back, you didn’t think to discuss, but now you suddenly want to?"
Hearing Evelyn’s undisguised disgust when mentioning Matthew Sullivan, James Grant squinted with pleasure.
Their expressions turned ugly, but Philip Lockwood still plucked up the courage to speak: "Isn’t Uncle Grant the fondest of you? You could talk to him and say Iris and Marcus just had a little spat, it’s nothing major, they’ll soon be back to normal!"
"Shouldn’t you be asking for Iris’s own opinion?" Evelyn Clayton lifted her eyelid.
"What kind of opinion needs to be asked in this sort of matter?"
A hint of contempt flashed in Philip Lockwood’s eyes.
Iris was his daughter, what right did he not have to decide?
After raising her all these years, he didn’t do it for nothing!
"It’s Iris who’s getting married, not you, right?" Seeing Philip Lockwood’s self-righteous look, Amber’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
"You!" Philip Lockwood wanted to say something more.
"James Grant, I’m a bit tired, want to sleep for a while." Amber’s lips lifted with a trace of disdain, laying down with her back to the couple.
Understanding, James Grant’s eyes swept sharply over Philip Lockwood, positioning himself between them and Amber.
"Will you leave on your own, or should I show you out?"
His calm tone was undeniable.
Frightened by his chilling expression, Philip Lockwood and Charlotte Sterling stammered for a moment and then had to leave.
A moment later, Quentin Hale knocked on the door of the lounge.
He glanced at Amber’s slightly weakened face, hesitated for two seconds then said:
"Miss Clayton, the chairman has awakened and wishes to see you, could you please come over?"
...
Inside the VIP hospital room.
On the hospital bed, Harrison Grant was already awake, surrounded by several medical staff, each one nervously watching the numbers on the monitor.
"Amber’s here?"
As soon as he saw Amber, Harrison Grant smiled kindly, beckoning her to come closer: "You really saved me this time! Back then, your father kindly gave me his heart, and now you’ve saved my life. I owe you and your father so much..."
"Meeting your family has been the greatest fortune of my life."
After rambling a whole bunch of thanks to Amber, Harrison Grant changed tack.
"Amber, there’s not much I can give you. If you don’t mind, how about I transfer three percent of Atlas Group’s assets shares to you?"
Three percent of the shares?
The moment he said this, everyone present secretly expressed surprise.
Including James Grant, even he felt quite taken aback by his father’s generosity.
The abundance of Atlas Group’s assets, not to mention three percent, even zero-point-three percent is enough for major shareholders to fight openly and covertly.
Amber naturally understood the significance, puzzled in her heart—
It was just a blood draw, why would Harrison Grant suddenly say he would give the shares to her?
Isn’t this a little too precious!