Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Look Into Summer Monroe
James Grant lightly pressed his thin lips together, remaining silent, looking at her with a meaningful gaze that suggested she should continue speaking.
Summer Monroe smirked triumphantly and said seriously, "If our relationship goes well, I could even directly let you become the Chief Executive Officer of The Grant Group."
"How can you be certain that I want that position?"
James Grant let out a low chuckle, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Unexpectedly chilling, his eyes held unfathomable depths.
Evelyn Clayton, listening to everything from outside the door, was momentarily surprised by Summer Monroe’s words.
Was she implying James Grant should marry her in exchange for becoming the CEO of The Grant Group?
What about James Grant’s engagement to the Yates Family?
James Grant sank into the sofa, his crossed legs lowered, his sharply defined jawline slightly lifted, his drooping eyelids covered the true color of his eyes.
It was as if one was caught in a whirlpool, yet unable to grasp it.
His eyes lifted slightly, lips curving into a cold smile, "Miss Monroe, you must be mistaken. I don’t intend to have any relationship with you. As for this collaboration, if not for Evelyn Clayton’s initiative, I definitely wouldn’t agree. That position will be mine sooner or later without anyone’s help."
His eyes held ambition, an astonishing level of ambition.
Summer Monroe knew James Grant was an intensely driven person.
Anything he says, is never spoken falsely.
She was about to say something else, but James Grant had already taken out his phone, his brows furrowed, his tone cold, "I have something else to attend to."
After speaking, he stood up, his tall figure casting shadows under the light.
"Director Grant, you can consider my proposal."
James Grant heard her, but his steps didn’t halt.
His suit jacket pinched between his fingers, casually draped over his shoulder, he strode out of the private room.
The figure at the door had somehow disappeared without a trace.
In the underground parking lot.
Before James Grant came closer, he could already see a familiar silhouette from afar.
A graceful figure, slender and petite, arms crossed in front of her chest, her long white legs resting against a black luxury car, leaning against the car, chin lifted, looking at him as he approached.
"Eldest Young Master Grant, coming to The Empyrean for a business talk? Having a nice chat with a beauty?"
James Grant approached, his eyes half narrowed, lifting a hand to embrace her slim waist.
She straightened her back, close to his chest, her heartbeat fervent, breath equally hot.
"You saw it? Why, are you unhappy?"
The distance between them was minimal.
She needn’t lift her gaze to see his thin lips close by.
Her red lips tightened without a hint of a curve.
Evelyn Clayton suddenly shoved him away, unable to suppress the chill in her eyes.
"Why dare to be unhappy? Furthermore, isn’t this your usual routine, Eldest Young Master Grant? What is there for me to say."
He often frequented these places, surrounded by numerous beauties of all sorts.
Yet all she could think of now was Summer Monroe’s pretentious enthusiasm, causing displeasure to rise within her.
Her words came out thoughtlessly, and once spoken, she realized they were wrong.
Wasn’t she already aware of all this, why bother competing now?
James Grant’s expression turned colder, he pressed his lips together upon hearing her words.
His eyes, dark like obsidian, gleamed with an unusual light, seemingly amused yet still with a deep undertone of danger in his voice.
"Is this what you see me as?"
"No."
Evelyn Clayton noticed the odd tone in his voice, drawn a breath, intending to explain.
But his gaze was so gloomy, making her scalp tingle.
Yet when she opened her mouth, not a single word of explanation could be uttered, she could only press her lips and say, "Remember, look into Summer Monroe."