Jim Grant narrowed his eyes, gave a dry laugh, leaned back on the couch, and said grimly.
“Then watch.”
“Well, it’s all right, isn’t it.” Alan Grant stood up on his crutches and breathed a sigh of relief, “Let’s eat first and let Blanca and Matthew sort this out.”
The Grant family made things difficult for Blanca last time, so this time it’s just compensation.
Shelly followed and stood up, hastily and attentively assisted Alan Grant, but there was a raging reluctance hidden under her eyes.
She deliberately talked here for half a day, but Alan Grant is now indifferent to the Blanca Roach matter.
It seems that it is still up to her to make Blanca Roach lose her reputation.
Everyone eating this meal had their own thoughts, and the table was silent, with only the slightest sound of chopsticks clinking.
Blanca Roach looked down and ate, scanning Shelly’s face, her eyes darkened.
The reason Shelly was here today was definitely because she wanted Alan Grant to pursue her about this one thing, so that maybe Alan Grant would hate her.
Whether it was that or it studio thing, it was good for Shelly, so maybe it had something to do with her.
When it was almost all over, Alan Grant coughed softly and whispered.
“Okay, Matthew and Jim are coming upstairs with me.”
Matthew Grant didn’t say anything, squeezed Blanca Roach’s hand under the table and lowered his voice.
“I’ll go upstairs first, and if you don’t want to stay here, you can go wait for me in the car and I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay, you go ahead.”
The table was almost empty, Wilbert Grant had eaten and was going to the backyard to spread out, and by this time only the two of them were left in the dining room.
Shelly suppressed the jealousy in her heart, fiercely slammed the chopsticks in her hand onto the table, and sneered.
“You still have the face to come to The Grant family’s old mansion, The Grant family’s face is almost disgraced by you.”
“If you can come, why can’t I?” Blanca Roach leaned back in her chair and met her gaze, her tone light, “Besides, does Grandpa know you look like this now? The two-faced look.”
“What does it matter to you what I look like, as long as Grandpa likes me that’s all that matters.”
The corner of Blanca Roach’s mouth hooked into an imperceptible sneer, hands on the table, eyes staring straight at her, tone grim.
“Like or not you are still to be two, like now does not mean like later, if he knows that this incident in my studio is caused by you …”
“You nonsense!” Shelly’s eyes panicked for a second, raised the volume, “What evidence do you have to prove that I caused it, is their own trouble, why say that I caused it!”
Blanca Roach smiled coquettishly, her tone light.
“I just made a joke, why are you reacting so strongly, did it really have something to do with you?”
Hearing that it was a joke, Shelly instantly breathed a sigh of relief and ruffled her hair, her posture elegant.
“Miss Roach, everything has to be about evidence, you are throwing dirty water on me like this with no evidence, I am very aggrieved.”
“It’s still too early to say whether it’s aggravating or not.”
Blanca Roach curbed her smile, stood up and adjusted her clothes, and her eyes were shining.
Originally she still felt that there was no way to start, but now when she saw Shelly’s reaction, she suddenly felt as if she had an idea.
She looked down at Shelly, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, and said one word at a time.
“Miss Shelly, I hope this matter really has nothing to do with you.” .