Chapter 335 - 334: What’s Important Is What She Thinks

The Grants.

Leo Grant sat expressionlessly at the head of the conference table, listening to a department head report on his work.

Suddenly, a jarring ringtone interrupted the department head.

Everyone exchanged glances. ’Who the hell doesn’t silence their phone during a meeting? Do they have a death wish?!’

’How could someone mess up this badly?!’

Then, they followed the sound to its source and saw the man sitting at the very head of the table.

They watched as he picked up the ringing phone, his expression changing in an instant.

Well, case closed.

Not only had they found the culprit, but they’d also found the source of the "problem."

One look was all it took to know... No, they didn’t even need to look to know who was calling.

"The meeting is on hold."

Leo Grant’s expression softened as he picked up his phone and walked out, making sure to answer the call promptly.

"What’s wrong, darling?"

"Ahem!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem!"

The moment Leo Grant left, a wave of coughs rippled through the conference room.

Silas Lynch scanned the room with a cold gaze.

"Everyone has a cold, is that it? Should I have the cafeteria brew a pot of hot ginger soup and force it down your throats?"

’It’s not like they haven’t heard it before. And have they heard it as much as I have? Yet here they are, coughing away.’

’I haven’t even started coughing yet!’

The conference room instantly fell silent as a tomb. They’d almost forgotten that while the Living Yama was out, this slightly-less-living Yama was still here.

Secretary Cohen, who was taking the meeting minutes off to the side, wasn’t intimidated. He sidled up fearlessly and whispered,

"Assistant Ford, why are you such a straight-laced guy? You should have asked, ’What’s wrong, darling~’"

"Secretary Cohen, are you done with the documents I gave you this morning? Better hurry up. I hope to see them before the end of the day."

Silas Lynch’s expression didn’t change as he patted Secretary Cohen on the shoulder like a good buddy.

The smile on Secretary Cohen’s face froze for a second before he rolled away, chair and all.

"I can’t allow this, Assistant Ford! Your actions are making me feel like things are getting a bit too intimate between us! I know you’re mesmerized by me too, but we both have families! We can’t! We mustn’t! We cannot cross this moral line!"

Silas Lynch scoffed. "What family? You’re a perpetual bachelor."

"Hey, no personal attacks!" Secretary Cohen rolled his chair back.

"Besides, didn’t I tell you? My Mimi gave birth to four big, fat kittens a while ago! So I’m a grandpa now. The old Cohen family is now five generations under one roof."

"Ohh, so that’s what it was. I’d completely forgotten about that," Silas Lynch said, nodding in mock realization.

"But I do remember very clearly you cursing up a storm in the office, saying your cat ran off for over a month, got knocked up, and came back pregnant with some scumbag tomcat’s kittens.

"What? Have you come to terms with it? Willing to be the cuckold for love?"

"You, you, you! You just had to bring that up, didn’t you?! A good man like me won’t stoop to the level of a scoundrel!"

Secretary Cohen rolled away again, leaving only one sentence behind: "The documents won’t be done today! Tomorrow afternoon at the earliest!"

Silas Lynch nonchalantly raised an eyebrow. ’Heh, what a punk. Trying to take me on with such petty tricks?’

...

Meanwhile, after Leo Grant left the conference room, Yvonne Lowell’s voice came through the phone.

"You have to work overtime tonight."

It took Leo Grant a moment to realize she had made a statement, not asked a question.

"I don’t have to work overtime. Who started that rumor? I’ll be home right after work."

"No, you have to work overtime tonight, and with Silas Lynch. Or just take him somewhere to hang out. Whatever you do, just don’t come home too early."

Leo Grant froze for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Did those two get in another fight? Should I send him on a business trip?"

’I’m so done with them. Always causing trouble for me. Who’s the boss here, anyway?!’

’A foreign assignment! He needs a foreign assignment!’

"No, she just ran into a little trouble. I’ll tell you the details later. Thanks for your hard work. I’ll be sure to make it up to you, okay? Good boy."

Leo Grant raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting out the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Make it up to me? In that case, I want..."

The other end of the line went silent. Yvonne Lowell was trying to play dead to get out of it.

Leo Grant continued,

"Darling, I’m a businessman. And for something as strenuous as being forced to work overtime, I’m only asking for a small reward for your sake. That’s not too much to ask, is it?"

A single, grit-out "Fine" came from Yvonne Lowell through the receiver, and then she hung up.

Leo Grant looked at the now-dark screen, chuckled in good humor, and turned to go back into the conference room.

Sitting back down, Leo Grant crossed his hands in front of him and gave Silas Lynch a long, deep look.

Then he nonchalantly looked away and said coolly,

"Continue."

The department head quickly stood up. "Regarding the use for this plot of land, we have drafted the following proposals..."

Silas Lynch: ...???

’Wait, why is he looking at me? That stare is actually kind of terrifying. If he’s unhappy, he shouldn’t be glaring at me! Seriously, I haven’t done anything wrong!’

...

In a private room at Comet.

Zachary Jacobs watched the afternoon’s events from the reception hall on a monitor. He then sat down next to Yvonne Lowell and asked softly,

"Sis, what do you think of this kid? He seems like a good guy to me."

"His eyes are clear, his conduct is proper, and from his file, you can tell he’s a decent person for now. The Warrens really put a lot of effort into shaping his character."

Yvonne Lowell jutted her chin toward Nina Jennings, who was sitting opposite them, head down, drinking away her sorrows.

"But it doesn’t matter what I think, and it doesn’t matter what you think. What matters is what she thinks."

’It was ironic, really. Two seeds from the same parents: one was beaten and cursed since childhood, couldn’t even get a full meal, and was sold off to build the family’s fortune;’

’the other received the best elite education and even deliberately concealed his own foul nature for it.’

’Too bad a dog always returns to its own vomit.’

’And sure enough, just by looking at a few photos—the authenticity of which wasn’t even confirmed—his true colors were completely exposed.’

’In just half an hour, he had already planned out how he was going to spend Nina Jennings’s money.’

Zachary Jacobs ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I swear, it’s one thing for them to suddenly pop up and court death, but why did this complication have to appear? Look at her, she’s already surrounded by a floor full of empty bottles."

Nina Jennings put down her glass and looked at the two of them.

"What are you two whispering about behind my back? The most important thing when you’re out is to have fun. Can’t you be more like me and Erwin? Just focus on drinking, okay?"

Yvonne Lowell shot Miles Morgan a look. He immediately broke free from Nina’s clutches, sat down next to Yvonne and Zachary, and said miserably,

"My lady, you finally decided to save me! Requesting backup! This humble general urgently needs a designated drinker!"

"You act like drinking a few sips of that horse piss is going to kill you. If you’re a lightweight, practice more. If that doesn’t work, go soak yourself in a wine vat for three to five years before coming out."

Yvonne Lowell glanced at him, her eyes filled with undisguised disdain.

Miles Morgan: ...Fine. This world really is just filled with malice toward me.