Chapter 289: Chapter 289: Enjoy the Show
When he came out of the hotel, James Grant was waiting nearby. Upon seeing James Grant, he froze for a moment, then went up to greet him.
"Did the deal go through?" Jasper Grant asked hopefully.
James Grant’s lips curled slightly, "It did."
Jasper Grant looked impressed, "How did you manage to close the deal so quickly? Tim Young is not easy to deal with."
Upon hearing this, James Grant merely glanced over indifferently, "That’s none of your business."
With that, he got into the car.
Jasper Grant followed him in, still wanting to ask more.
But he saw James Grant’s eyes slightly closed, seemingly uninterested in continuing the conversation.
He asked no more, instructing the driver to leave The Beaumont Hotel.
Meanwhile, at The Ford Group.
Soren Foster hurried into the president’s office, forgetting to even knock. As soon as he entered, he heard Summer Monroe’s cold rebuke.
"Who gave you the rule to come in without knocking?"
Knowing that Summer Monroe was upset about James Grant these past two days, Soren Foster didn’t dare to trigger her anger.
He suppressed a faint anger and stepped forward, whispering, "I just got the news that Tim Young has reached an agreement with James Grant. And... it’s not the quote we previously offered him."
Upon hearing this, Summer Monroe’s almond eyes instantly widened with fire, "What?!"
Soren Foster pressed his lips together tightly, feeling uneasy as well, "He didn’t follow what we had agreed upon—"
"That idiot!" Summer Monroe couldn’t contain her anger, "Playing double-dealing games with me?!"
Soren Foster tried to calm her, speaking softly, "From what I see, Tim Young might not be two-faced. After all, a lower quote only benefits him unless... James Grant has something on him; otherwise, why would Tim Young agree so easily?"
Summer Monroe clenched her fists, her teeth gritting, with veins slightly bulging on her forehead.
"Yes, with James Grant’s abilities, finding leverage on Tim Young wouldn’t be too difficult..."
Soren Foster remained silent, not responding for a moment.
He noticed Summer Monroe’s expression when she mentioned James Grant—resentful, angry, with a hint of quiet grievance.
Soren Foster had never seen Summer Monroe talk about anyone with such emotion.
Evidently, James Grant was special to her.
A surge of jealousy and dissatisfaction rose within Soren Foster as he squatted down, leaning close, holding Summer Monroe’s hand.
"Summer—"
He hadn’t used this name in a long time, emboldened by the situation, fearing that Summer Monroe might explode any moment, "Is your attachment to James Grant that deep?"
In truth, Soren Foster was beginning to regret it.
Watching Summer Monroe oppose James Grant was satisfying, but knowing this opposition was fueled by her unrequited love for him, he felt indignant and unwilling.
Moreover, at this moment, while he was humbling himself, Summer Monroe didn’t even spare him a glance.
Summer Monroe abruptly withdrew her hand, not bothering to give Soren Foster even a look.
She directly picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"...Take action, the sooner the better." A venomous glint crossed Summer Monroe’s fair face, "Once it’s done, I’ll double the payment."
Soon, Summer Monroe hung up the phone.
Soren Foster stood up, looking at her in some shock, "Who did you call, and what did you mean by that?"
Summer Monroe’s lips curled mockingly, without directly answering, she began to mumble as if talking to herself.
"This time, I want to see if James Grant can still handle it!"
Soren Foster looked anxious, "Summer Monroe, what exactly are you planning to do? You—"
Suddenly, Summer Monroe looked at Soren Foster, her almond eyes revealing undisguised malice.
"You shouldn’t just sit idle, find someone to keep an eye on James Grant, let’s just wait for the show to unfold."