Chapter 443: Chapter 443: What’s the Matter
James Grant’s brow twitched slightly, and he sneered, "Seems like we didn’t act aggressively enough."
Keith Donovan chuckled, "Big brother, how much more aggressive do you want to be? Nowadays, Summer Monroe only has Thorne Entertainment under her command. The Ford siblings seem united on the surface, but in reality, they’re all eager to bring Summer down."
James Grant remained silent, his gaze still fixed on the screen.
"What are you looking at?" Keith Donovan was extremely puzzled and leaned over to see, only to be somewhat stunned.
The screen displayed Gem’s new autumn and winter collection.
James Grant showed no expression and coldly glanced at Keith Donovan.
Keith Donovan let out an awkward laugh, "Want to buy clothes? Go ahead, I’m not getting in the way."
Of course, James Grant wouldn’t buy Gem’s clothes, as they were all women’s apparel.
He had just accidentally clicked on it to take a look.
Closing the computer screen, Keith Donovan quickly changed the topic, bringing up the main issue.
"There’s news about John Jacobs’ incident." Keith Donovan’s tone turned serious, "John Jacobs died suddenly in prison due to a heart attack. The suspicious nature of his death was covered up."
James Grant had somewhat guessed this, "Was it discovered who was behind it?"
Keith Donovan sighed and shook his head, "If it were that easy to find out, would I have stayed away for more than half a month? But fortunately, things have calmed down a bit for now on Summer Monroe and Heather Donovan’s side."
"That’s still far from enough." James Grant’s rare impatience showed through his frown, "The big fish behind Summer... still hasn’t shown up."
There was another half of the sentence James Grant didn’t voice.
With his current ability, he still couldn’t uncover the person behind Summer Monroe.
As long as the person backing Summer Monroe and Heather Donovan remains standing, he can never...
Thinking of that placid yet strikingly beautiful face, a slight ache crossed James Grant’s heart.
Looking at James Grant’s expression, Keith Donovan knew exactly what he was thinking at the moment.
"So, are you really not planning to bend a little to your old man?" Keith Donovan braced himself, "The old man can’t be so heartless, right? Is he really planning to abandon you and support Jasper Grant instead?"
James Grant’s cold gaze swept towards Keith Donovan.
Keith Donovan raised his hands in surrender, "Pretend I didn’t say anything. I know you can handle it all on your own, but let me remind you, Jasper Grant is far from being as simple as he seems. Be careful not to get outmaneuvered by him."
With that said, Keith Donovan got up gracefully, "Alright, I’ve delivered my message. I’ll take my leave now."
Only then did James Grant speak.
"You’ve been working hard lately, make sure to rest more."
Keith Donovan glanced back at James Grant with an expression of discovering a new world.
However, James Grant had already returned to his indifferent demeanor, busying himself with the work at hand.
Keith Donovan smiled and left.
Soon after Keith Donovan left, Quentin Hale walked in.
His expression was even more uneasy than when Keith Donovan had spoken out of turn.
"Director Grant, just now, Director Yates called."
James Grant’s eyes paused slightly.
Remembering the recent rumors about Lynn Yates collaborating with Gem, James Grant lowered his gaze and said faintly, "What is it about?"
"Director Yates said she would like to meet with you if you’re available later."
James Grant rubbed his fingertips, and after a while, he slowly said, "Have her come to the office."
Nightfall.
Lynn Yates arrived for the meeting.
She was dressed in a black suit, still in her somewhat unapproachable female executive attire as she did in the company.
After entering, she paused slightly upon seeing James Grant standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking leisurely.
The man’s features were deep and his side profile breathtakingly handsome, carrying a hint of weary dishevelment.
Quickly, James Grant turned his eyes toward her, and that hint of weariness vanished without a trace, leaving only an indifferent aloofness.
"What do you need? Speak quickly." James Grant’s words were concise, "Did your parents ask you to come to see me?"