Although Alan Grant did not finish his words, the meaning was obvious.
This is something he promised Shelly in advance, and if he refuses now in front of The James family, it will only look like The Grant family has no faith in their words.
Blanca Roach was helpless, it was not at all her own choice.
It was just a matter of being embarrassed by Shelly when she designed it, not so much that The Grant family would lose face.
She sighed and was just about to say yes when she was interrupted by Matthew Grant’s voice.
“To say yes, it’s not impossible, there are conditions.”
Wilbert Grant, his face hardened, couldn’t help but interject a word of advice.
“We are almost a family, and still talk about the conditions, nonsense.”
“You also said, soon to prove that it is not yet, the family brothers still clear accounts, let alone the lady who is bothering me.”
Matthew Grant said to himself, completely ignoring the awkward faces of a roomful of people.
“Everything will be done according to the process, the time and design style will be discussed in advance, and the payment method will be written in the contract.”
“Matthew Grant! You shut up!”
“Sign the contract and say yes, or don’t, my lady is not a hard worker who can just say yes.”
Matthew Grant ignored Wilbert Grant’s words, his eyes were stern, his eyes rested on Lane James, his tone was cold.
“Uncle Lane, would you say that’s right?”
Lane James was stunned by this look, and then gave a dry laugh.
“Yes, I think Matthew has a good point, and we can’t let Blanca work for nothing.”
Hearing that The James family had said so, Alan Grant had no choice but to nod his head.
After all, he was the one who promised Shelly about this matter, and it was kind of a commission for Blanca.
“Well, it’s a deal, we’ll eat first.”
“Dinner will not be eaten, you guys take your time, we will go first.”
Matthew Grant, with a chill on his face, stood up directly and pulled the person at his side, leaving the living room without any hesitation at all.
He didn’t ease up a bit until he got into the car, leaning over to help his little woman fasten her seat belt, his tone low.
“Let’s go home.”
“Actually, you don’t have to.” Blanca Roach lowered her eyes and clasped her hand on the edge of her seat, “You’re embarrassing everyone.”
“They’re at fault, I don’t care about the rest of them, I don’t want my people to be aggravated.”
Matthew Grant looked down and reached up to cup her face into his hands, narrowing his eyes in a semi-threatening way.
“No hiding things like this from me in the future.”
“But then you’ll be angry with Dad and Grandpa, and I think designing that …”
“Not allowed to say so, although such a family like The Grant family inevitably such interlocking interests, but I am not so much as to let my wife suffer such aggravation, you think your man is incompetent?”
“Of course not!”
Blanca Roach immediately opened her mouth to retort, leaning back in her chair and wrapping her arms around his waist, smiling with bent eyes and a smug tone.
“Of course my husband is the best!”
“That’s right.”
Matthew Grant nuzzled her nose down, sat back in the driver’s seat, and unscrewed the car keys.
“We’re going home for dinner.”
The sound of the car leaving carried into the house, lulling it into a temporary silence.
Shelly clenched her fingers and stared fiercely in the direction the two had just left, her heart burning with jealousy.
What was so great about this Blanca Roach that Matthew Grant had to defend her at the expense of Wilbert Grant and Alan Grant?
But she was asked to design a jewelry set, so what can she do?
But the good thing is that Blanca Roach took her this design, even if she signed a contract, she can’t let Blanca Roach finish it properly.