He strode away quickly. Mrs. Grant shouted in desperation, "Quentin! Please, just forgive Mom this once!"
But it wasn’t enough to make him turn back.
Jean Grant tried calling Nicholas Ainsworth, but her calls went unanswered.
She clung to the faint hope that he was probably just sleeping.
She called again and again, but still, no one picked up.
’He probably set his phone to silent or vibrate,’ Jean Grant thought.
She tried over and over, but she couldn’t get through.
Since Nicholas Ainsworth lived at the Ainsworth Family estate, showing up in the middle of the night would be inappropriate. Jean Grant decided to go to the Ainsworth Group Company in the morning instead.
Unable to sleep, she dressed to the nines the next morning and drove to the Ainsworth Group Company.
The mont she reached the front desk, soone recognized her.
"Hey, isn’t that the star of last night’s ’car sex scandal’?"
"Yeah, it is. Keep your voice down. Her family is incredibly rich and powerful. You don’t want to cross her."
"It’s not just . She’s a celebrity now. Even if they scrubbed it from the internet, who hasn’t seen it?"
"That’s true."
Jean Grant shot the gossiping receptionists a vicious glare and asked, "Has your President Ainsworth co in to work yet?"
"He’s already here."
"What floor is his office on?"
The receptionist said apologetically, "President Ainsworth gave instructions when he arrived. If Miss Grant cos by, she is to be asked to leave."
Jean Grant’s heart sank. "What’s that supposed to an?"
The receptionist gave a faint smile. "What else could it an? It ans if you show up, you’re to be sent away."
Furious, Jean Grant stord toward the elevators.
"Hey, hey, hey! Miss Grant, you can’t go up."
The receptionist hurried to block her path.
Jean Grant shoved her hand away. "Have you grown a spine? I’m going up. What are you going to do about it?"
The receptionist resentfully let go. Seeing Jean get into the elevator, she quickly called upstairs.
Jean Grant got off on the floor and walked around in several circles before finally finding Nicholas Ainsworth’s office.
She successfully made her way into his office.
Seeing her, Nicholas Ainsworth was already ntally prepared.
Jean Grant sat down across from him. "Nicholas, why haven’t you been answering my calls?"
Nicholas Ainsworth’s expression turned cold. "And why were you entangled with another man while you were dating ?"
"He kept threatening . It wasn’t consensual."
Nicholas Ainsworth was clearly displeased. "No one cares what you did before we were together. But being with soone else while we’re dating is infuriating."
Jean Grant grabbed his hands. "Nicholas, I had that bastard’s legs broken. I think he’ll be quiet for a while. I love being with you. These past few months, I’ve felt happy every single day."
"You were with Ethan Ellsworth before?"
Jean Grant had no choice but to nod. "We were only together for a few days, and we never did anything. Ethan Ellsworth was in love with for over ten years. We only broke up because his little assistant interfered."
Of course, she didn’t dare tell him the real reason they broke up.
"Was that while you were married?"
Jean Grant rushed to explain, tears welling in her eyes. "Don’t believe what that person posted online! Marlon Marshall posted all that. We divorced because he cheated on with another woman when I was four months pregnant. He’s been harassing these past few days, demanding money and wanting to get back together, but I absolutely refuse."
Nicholas Ainsworth sighed and walked over to her. "When I heard the news yesterday, I couldn’t keep calm. I want to have a serious relationship with you, so I hope this is the first and last ti. I’m a man, and I can’t tolerate my woman being with soone else while we’re dating. If it happens again, there will be no coming back for us."
Jean Grant threw herself into his arms. "Mhm, Nicholas, there won’t be a next ti."
Nicholas Ainsworth’s expression remained cold. At that mont, there was no pain in his eyes. Or perhaps, it was because he had always believed in the saying: a leopard can’t change its spots.
’I’ll have to observe her for a while to see if she’ll continue behaving like this.’
Because of this incident, he beca more wary and started keeping a constant eye on her whereabouts.
’If a restless woman is always going to be restless, why should I be with her? Her family may be powerful, but it’s not like I’m short on money. It’s good if we can be together, but I don’t lose anything if we can’t.’
This was his mindset when he started dating her, and it remained so now.
It was this morning that Ethan Ellsworth found out Nora Ainsworth’s contract had been terminated.
He went to President Harding’s office in person, rather annoyed. "What’s the aning of this? Weren’t you the one who insisted on having Nora co here in the first place? Now you’re kicking her out of the company. Isn’t that a bit shaless?"
President Harding stood up, sighing heavily. "Ellsworth, you can’t bla for this. You know what kind of family the Grants are. The Grant Matriarch has put out a notice nationwide to completely blacklist Nora Ainsworth. What choice do I have?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan Ellsworth slamd the door on his way out.
He called Quentin Grant as he walked.
"Speak."
"Are you and Nora okay?"
Quentin Grant’s throat felt like it was coated in chili peppers, burning with pain. "The day before yesterday... we broke up."
Ethan Ellsworth could hardly believe it. "Young Master Grant, is it April Fools’ Day?"
"I never joke about things like this."
"But why?"
"It’s a long story. Let’s et up tonight. I’ll tell you then."
Quentin Grant hung up the phone.
Imdiately, Ethan Ellsworth called back.
"I wasn’t finished. Why were you in such a hurry to hang up? I was trying to tell you, Nora’s contract with our company was terminated. Now, no one knows where she is."
Quentin Grant sat up straight. "Terminated? When did this happen?"
"I thought you knew, that’s why I called to ask. It was the night before last, I think. I just went to see President Harding, and he said it was your mother who’s suppressing Nora Ainsworth nationwide."
Quentin Grant’s hand tightened into a fist. "Wait for at Lip Tease at eight tonight with Young Master Hawthorne."
With that, he hung up.
He sat there in a daze for a mont. When he ca to his senses, he imdiately had soone check all airports for flights booked under Nora Ainsworth’s na.
The imnse dissatisfaction and fury that had been building up inside Quentin Grant were about to erupt.
At noon, he returned to the Grant family ho.
Seeing him return, Mrs. Grant was overjoyed.
"Quentin, you’re back?"
He watched her walk toward him and sidestepped, causing Mrs. Grant to stumble into empty air.
"Quentin, have you eaten? Lunch is about to be served."
"I didn’t co back to eat your food," he said, his tone chilling to the bone.
Catherine Callahan didn’t dare provoke him, afraid he might actually kill her right then and there.
’At least if I keep quiet now, the baby in my belly will be safe.’
Mr. Grant said to him, "Son, co have a couple of drinks with your dad."
Quentin Grant walked over and sat down beside Mr. Grant.
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