Chapter 211: Chapter 211: It’s Okay, I’m Fine
Summer Monroe thought he was concerned about her injury, so she stood up naturally, walked over to James Grant, and seemingly unintentionally placed her hand on his shoulder, deliberately leaning in.
The scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils.
Strong and pungent.
James Grant frowned in disgust, sidestepped her, and his tone turned cold: "Get lost."
His uncordial attitude was obvious. Summer Monroe’s face showed a flash of embarrassment, yet she tried to remain composed, deliberately getting closer again, pressing her body against his arm, using a deliberately tender tone.
"Director Grant, don’t be so angry, it’s bad for your health."
"I said get lost, didn’t you understand?"
James Grant’s low, icy voice echoed eerily, his dark eyes narrowed dangerously, his whole aura chilling and intimidating.
The deep-seated danger in his demeanor made Summer Monroe freeze, not daring to move again.
Not far outside the office, Evelyn Clayton had just managed to break away from Harrison Grant and was coming to find James Grant, but accidentally glimpsed the shocking scene inside from the open blinds.
Her surprised brows lifted, and then she saw Lynn Yates suddenly arrive and already standing at the door.
Lynn Yates also saw Summer Monroe approaching, and her expression immediately darkened.
"Miss Monroe, James Grant has a fiancée. What are you trying to do? I advise you to stop any scheming thoughts."
"He’s unmarried and so am I. I’m just chatting with Director Grant, why not?"
Summer Monroe didn’t care, folding her arms and looking at her with disdainful eyes.
"Ha."
Lynn Yates sneered, full of contempt: "I thought a young lady of the Monroe family would be well-mannered, but it turns out you’re just another woman who craves vanity and steals others’ fiancés."
"Lynn Yates, don’t speak so grandiosely, I can openly compete with you."
Upon hearing this, Lynn Yates laughed even more contemptuously: "Compete? Every asset under your name is losing money, and collaborating with my family has lost tens of millions. If it weren’t for the Monroe family’s face, I gave you some leeway and didn’t rip things apart with you, what do you have to compete with me?"
"You!"
Summer Monroe fumed with anger, but was left speechless by Lynn Yates’s retort.
"Fine, Lynn Yates, just you wait."
Summer Monroe swallowed all her humiliation, gave Lynn Yates a fierce glare, and strode away.
"Director Grant, even engaged, don’t you know how to restrain yourself?"
Lynn Yates, dissatisfied with her fiancé getting so close to another woman, complained to him.
But James Grant, unfazed, seemed indifferent as if the core conflict of the dispute had nothing to do with him.
He crossed his legs and leaned sloppily against his office chair, curling his lips into three words: "I don’t know."
Lynn Yates was choked, gritting her teeth, staring at his nonchalant demeanor.
"James Grant, are you utterly uninterested in this arranged marriage, just looking for someone casually to avoid trouble, right?"
At her words, his lazy posture remained, raising his elegant chin, acknowledging: "Yes, so Miss Yates, feel free to find another option."
Although one part he didn’t admit, he wasn’t just looking for anyone; he was only using Lynn Yates as a cover.
Lynn Yates, who had always viewed herself with high regard, felt her face change when James Grant directly denied her, biting her teeth.
"Fine, since that’s the case, there’s no need for our engagement. Let’s call it off."
After speaking, she made another demand: "The Yates Family’s situation is unstable, my father values this engagement, so you must keep up this act with me until I find someone else."