In the evening, The James family mansion.
Lane James sat on the sofa with his cup of tea, smiling and looking at the financial statement.
It is really the best policy to cooperate with The Grant family, now the company not only has an endless stream of partners, even the share price has increased a lot.
Now we are waiting for Shelly to marry into The Grant family so that she can have her first grandchild and divide The Grant family’s assets.
“Uncle Lane, what a treat.”
“Who?”
Lane James frowned, and immediately after seeing the visitor, he tucked the financial statement in his hand under the pillow and got up and hooked the corner of his mouth.
“Oops, it’s Matthew, why are you here now?”
“Uncle Lane, why do I see you so nervous.” Matthew Grant ignored his pompous tone, his eyes gently swept over the place where he hid something, “Is there some secret you can’t tell?”
Lane James’ heart tightened, blocking Matthew Grant’s probing gaze and gesturing toward the couch across the room.
“I’m too old to have any secrets, you guys sit down, someone serve tea.”
Only after everyone had sat down did he smile and try to say.
“Matthew, you brought Blanca here this night, is there something going on? Or is Shelly she …”
The latter words stopped halfway through the hard, Lane James pondered in his mind the purpose of these two coming over.
These days Blanca Roach Studio has made a lot of trouble, maybe this fire will burn to The Grant family in the future, today came over may be related to this.
Matthew Grant hooked his lips, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, lightly spoke.
“Uncle Lane, your age is no secret, but it does not affect other people have secrets.”
“What do you mean by that.” Lane James cold face, half narrowed his eyes, tone of voice alert, “other people have no secrets and I have no relationship?”
“Matthew, you’re talking out of your ass.”
“Uncle Lane is worthy of being Uncle Lane, after so many years in the mall, doesn’t he know what his daughter has done?”
Matthew Grant snapped his face gloomy, stared straight at him and spoke in a stern voice.
“Is that what Uncle Lane taught his daughter? Teach her to harm The Grant family and The Grant family before she even marries into The Grant family?”
“Matthew Grant, you can say that in a sinister way, but you can’t say it in a nonsensical way! You’re slandering!”
Lane James’ face turned red and he slapped the table hard, blood filling his eyes.
He couldn’t tell if this was more anger or more annoyance, but both were intent on being deadly.
“My daughter I still do not know! How could she harm you The Grant family!”
“Uncle Lane, I know, you are also the one who speaks evidence.” Matthew Grant deliberately aggravated his tone and threw the pile of sheets in his hand on the coffee table, “This is your good daughter.”
Lane James glanced at the photos, not finding anything unusual.
“President Grant, are you going to take these insignificant photos and say that my daughter has harmed you, The Grant family? That’s a little sloppy.”
“Sloppy? What if I said that the person who met with your daughter here is the owner of the company that infringed on my wife’s designs?”
Matthew Grant slowed down his speech and looked sideways at the man across the table with a sense of pressure.
This matter must be confessed to Lane James, forcing him to let Shelly come forward to apologize or correct himself, otherwise by virtue of the marriage relationship, The Grant family can’t make the one to do something.
But Lane James’ personality, in order to maintain relations with The Grant family, ten out of ten will push Shelly out.