The Grant family old mansion.
When the two arrived at the old mansion, there was more than one car parked outside.
In addition to The Grant family’s car, probably The James family’s.
Blanca Roach pursed her lips, stared down at her feet, and tried to calm herself down.
After all, the biggest thing for The Grant family right now is Jim Grant and Shelly’s marriage. It’s okay for her to suffer a little, but she can’t let Matthew Grant get in between her and The Grant family.
Matthew Grant seemed to sense Blanca Roach’s emotions, spreading her tightened hand out and holding it tight in his palm.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, let’s get inside.”
His eyes deepened and he stared at the small woman at his side for a moment.
This woman he really knows too well, eighty percent she is hiding something in her own mind, and still refuses to let him know.
Just before he wanted to speak again he was interrupted by Alan Grant’s voice, shouting at the two of them.
“Come on in, it’s time to eat.”
“Good.”
Blanca Roach responded busily, pulling Matthew Grant, who had stopped walking, into the house and sitting on one of the couches.
Just like last time, Shelly’s father sat with Wilbert Grant on the main seat, with Alan Grant in the middle and Jim Grant and Shelly across from him.
Lane James gave a laugh, with a cunning hidden in his eyes.
“Now that we’re all together, let’s set the date of the engagement.”
“Good.” Alan Grant nodded and smiled, holding up a calendar with many dates circled on it, “These are the ones I’ve been looking at the last few days, all good dates, Shelly what do you think?”
“Me? I’m all right, Grandpa.”
Shelly froze for a moment, withdrew her gaze on Matthew Grant and put on a good face.
She swept across to Blanca Roach next to Matthew Grant, her eyes filled with jealousy and viciousness, and immediately ruffled her hair, her tone tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
“It’s just that, grandpa, didn’t you say you wanted Blanca to help me design a set of jewelry, and I don’t know if it will delay the engagement date.”
Blanca Roach was suddenly mentioned and did her best to squeeze out some smiles at the eyes cast.
The words were clearly intended to draw the conflict to her, so that she would be forced to take the hot potato into her hands.
She secretly cursed a few times in her heart, but her face could only maintain politeness and refused to say.
“Miss Shelly also came to me this morning, only I don’t think I’m up to the task, Miss Shelly studied design abroad, surely she can design a meaningful piece of jewelry for herself.”
“But grandpa has promised.” Shelly converged all her emotions and was full of aggression, “I was thinking that the pieces at Blanca’s new release were so good looking that I could wear one that she designed herself.”
After saying that, the corner of her mouth hooked a cold smile.
She specifically emphasized “handmade” in her words, this time she did not believe that Blanca Roach could still refuse.
Matthew Grant’s face suddenly became gloomy, glanced at the opposite person, coldly spoke.
“What, you haven’t even become a member of The Grant family yet, and you’re already thinking of making use of The Grant family?”
These words instantly made the atmosphere awkward, even Lane James was about to open his mouth to help say a few words, but was forced to shut up.
Shelly’s face flushed red, not knowing how to explain.
She just wanted to take this opportunity to make things difficult for Blanca Roach, but she didn’t expect that she would be said to be imposing on others.
“Okay, let’s cut the crap, we’re all family now, no difference.”
Alan Grant was the first to speak up, smiling and breaking the awkward atmosphere.
He turned his head to look at Blanca Roach, and eased his tone to discuss.
“Blanca ah, this is indeed what grandpa promised Shelly, see if you can look at grandpa’s face …”