Blanca Roach half-nestled in the sofa, looking sideways at the person above her head, spoke softly.
“Actually, you don’t have to do this for me, I …”
“It’s what I want to do, it has nothing to do with you.”
“But …” she pouted, tugging at someone’s coat, her tone tangled, “I don’t want you to be embarrassed because of me.”
“Silly, do I look like I’m embarrassed to you?”
Matthew Grant scooped the person up from the couch and pinched her face.
“Now that the people are gone, why don’t you go pack your things, you’ll be leaving the country soon.”
“As you wish, husband.”
He watched someone bouncing and trotting upstairs, secretly sinking his face and pinning a cigarette to his fingertips.
The purpose of this Lane James is very obvious, just want to use Jim Grant as a springboard to invade The Grant family.
And Jim Grant may also want to use the power of The James family to compete with him for Empire Group, now is almost “back against the wall”.
Therefore, the best way is to prevent this marriage, or rather, the exchange of benefits.
After thinking about it, Matthew Grant pursed his lips, stood in the courtyard, lit a cigarette and made a phone call.
“Hello, President Grant, what’s your order?”
“Keep a good eye on Jim Grant at the company, and tell me immediately if there are any changes.”
“That’s no problem.”
Curtis Irwin agreed quickly, but instantly realized that something was wrong.
There was something in their president’s words. If he was in the company himself, how could he say that.
Unless, of course, he was going to be out of the office for a while.
“President Grant, that’s a strange thing to say, could it be that you have to be out of the company again?”
“Well, a problem?”
Matthew Grant spoke in a light tone, holding his phone up with one hand and dusting off his cigarette in the trash can next to him.
“I have a vacation partnership to talk about in Hawaii next week, and I’m taking Blanca out for a week on the side.”
“One, one week? You are going to wear me out.”
“I’ve finished the urgent business this morning, so as an assistant, you’ll do what an assistant should do, and what I’ve instructed you to do.”
“Okay, President Grant.”
Curtis Irwin sounded extremely reluctant, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind and his tone took on a somewhat sinister tone.
“The president has time to take his wife out, when did the employees underneath have such a benefit, they can’t always exploit the employees.”
“When this matter is over, whatever time you pick.”
Matthew Grant threw the rest of his cigarette into the trash can and hung up before hearing a call back.
He could probably guess what the response would be, and there was really no point in listening to messy ears.
“Matthew Grant,” Blanca Roach poked her head out from upstairs and waved downstairs, “Come on up and see which dress you’re bringing.”
The tone of voice was one that could be heard mixed with uncontrollable excitement and thrill.
Matthew Grant pursed a smile, got up and walked upstairs to the bedroom, as soon as the door was opened, he saw someone who was torn between two pieces of clothes.
“Which one do you think is better to bring? I think you’d look better in white.”
“Don’t bring these.”
He took two suits and shirts from the closet and put them in the suitcase, putting the clothes in her hand back in the closet by hand.
Blanca Roach frowned and stepped through the suitcase to stand next to him, staring up at him.
“You’re going to work over there, too?”
“Was going to go over there to talk about a project and bring you and Alice along so we could stay a few more days.”
“Great, so Alice and I are both along for the ride, what else are you hiding from me?”
She deliberately pretended to be angry and raised her hand to point at the person in front of her.
Matthew Grant hooked the corners of his mouth, took her hand into his palm, leaned over and lowered his voice in her ear.
“No more, now it’s lady first, work second.”