Chapter 917: Don’t Blame Me for Not Going Easy on Him

A game of cat and mouse broke out between them on the second floor.

After dodging him a few times, Chloe Reed was genuinely astonished. Despite his blindness, his reflexes and agility remained incredibly formidable. Still, his lack of sight made it easy for her to evade him, and she quickly widened the gap between them.

Unable to catch her, Walker Grant paused. Judging by the sound of her breathing, she was already out of reach. He lowered his head slightly, his voice raspy. "Are you bullying me because I’m blind?"

Chloe was exasperated. "You’re being completely unreasonable! If you weren’t trying to grab me, would I be hiding? Why are you even chasing me?"

"I just don’t want you to leave," Walker said. "I want to talk. What are you running from?"

Chloe let out a scoff. Did he really expect her to believe that? She knew exactly what kind of man he was.

Maintaining a safe distance, she said, "The only thing we have left to talk about is divorce. Everything else is off the table."

Walker’s expression darkened drastically. "You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? You’re going to keep tangling with that Preston Vance?"

Chloe furrowed her brows. "Yes!"

"Fine. Then don’t blame me when I stop playing nice with him." Dropping that cold threat, Walker turned and strode toward the master bedroom.

Her heart skipped a beat. She chased after him a couple of steps. "What are you going to do? Walker, don’t do anything stupid!"

Walker didn’t even look back. "My wife is about to run off with another man. If I stayed rational right now, I wouldn’t be much of a man."

SLAM!

He shut the door violently the second the words left his mouth. The heavy wood nearly smashed into Chloe’s face. She stumbled back a few steps, completely stunned.

Snapping out of it, she hurried back to the guest room and called Preston. "Preston," she said, her tone laced with anxiety. "Walker is losing his mind. He might be coming after you!"

Preston’s voice was mild and reassuring. "Don’t worry. He doesn’t have the time to deal with me."

Chloe froze in surprise. "How do you know?"

"Old Chairman Grant has been visiting the Grant Corporation a lot lately," Preston explained. "He’s been interfering with all sorts of executive decisions and disrupting Walker’s development plans. Walker is too overwhelmed with his own messes to have any time for me."

Chloe finally let out a breath of relief. "That’s good. If our plan ended up dragging you down, I’d rather we never started it at all."

Preston chuckled lightly. "It’s fine. You really don’t need to worry." He paused for a moment before adding, "It sounds like he’s already furious. Completely losing his mind, isn’t he?"

"I don’t actually want him to lose his mind," Chloe replied. "I just want him to stay rational enough to sign the divorce papers."

"That day will come eventually," Preston said.

"I hope so. I’m going to get some rest."

"Alright. Good night."

After hanging up, Chloe went to the bathroom to take a shower. Preston’s reassurance had washed away most of her anxiety. But as the warm water cascaded over her, she couldn’t help but wonder what Arthur Grant was actually trying to do. Why would he deliberately disrupt Walker’s plans?

Under Walker’s leadership, the Grant Corporation had expanded rapidly over the years. Everything had been moving in a highly profitable direction. For Arthur to intervene right now... was he purely trying to sabotage Walker?

Recalling Arthur’s exceptionally cold and awful attitude toward Walker, Chloe pressed her beautiful red lips into a thin line.

She shut off the faucet, forcing herself to stop thinking about Walker’s business. They had nothing to do with each other anymore. Once he signed those divorce papers, she would probably rarely ever see him again.