CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: THE GRANT FAMILY’S SECOND SON

"...Sister-in-law, since you like this ring so much, I’ll return it to you."

"However, the ring’s band is quite small, and your fingers are so thick, you may not be able to wear it."

Vivian held back her anger as she reluctantly took off the ring from her hand and handed it to Josephine Thompson.

Josephine reached out to take the ring, looking at it expressionlessly.

Her fingers were indeed not as slender as Vivian’s.

Because she almost daily had to perform antique restoration, and also personally dig dirt, carry heavy objects, and so on. As a result, her fingers were a bit deformed and had developed many calluses.

Whereas Vivian leisurely enjoyed her life, pampered by Nathaniel Gallagher. Sporting the title of Deputy Secretary at The Gallagher Group, she accompanied Nathaniel every day.

"Are you satisfied now? Why do you like to snatch Vivian’s things so much?"

Josephine’s heart was dead as she looked at Nathaniel Gallagher.

Previously, she really liked that ring.

But now the ring was dirty.

Josephine coldly turned around and abruptly threw the ring into the large artificial lake behind her.

"I don’t want dirty things."

The ring traced a long arc in the air and dropped into the lake.

"Wow～"

Gasping sounds came from the crowd.

Someone said, "So individualistic, I like it."

Nathaniel Gallagher was directly infuriated when he saw this, "You... you did this on purpose, didn’t you?"

She had so adamantly wanted the ring back.

Yet she turned around and threw it away.

Wasn’t she deliberately slapping Vivian in the face?

Vivian, seeing this, trembled in anger while tearfully asking, "If you liked that ring, why did you throw it away?"

Josephine sneered coldly, looking at the two expressionlessly, "Even if it’s thrown away, I won’t give it to her."

After saying this, she turned to face the onlookers:

"That diamond ring is worth seven million. Whoever retrieves it owns the ring."

Upon hearing this, the crowd eagerly jumped into the artificial lake to search for the ring.

A few million was a small amount, considered just an audience giveaway draw.

As the heiress of the Thornton Family with assets in the hundreds of billions, she could afford such a gesture.

"Josephine Thompson, you’re too much! Have I been too lenient with you lately?" Nathaniel Gallagher was furious.

Unable to contain his anger anymore, he couldn’t resist trying to hit her for the first time.

He swung his arm round, about to slap Josephine across the face.

Josephine knew she couldn’t dodge and looked at him coldly.

As the slap was about to land,

"Bang!" A strong hand suddenly grasped his wrist.

With a forceful flick, Nathaniel staggered.

"Whoa~, hitting a woman in the street, do you even count as a man?"

Nathaniel Gallagher steadied himself and angrily looked at the newcomer.

Who was this blind fool daring to confront him?

Turning his head to look.

A man of equal height stood behind him.

With wild, trendy granny-gray hair, a few irregular strands falling over his forehead, and lightning-bolt side designs shaved into his temples. Wearing a custom black trendy suit with a white shirt, no tie.

His rebellious aura was fully displayed.

Was this... that guy from the club last night?

"Are you looking for death?"

Nathaniel Gallagher sneered sternly.

The dozen or so bodyguards behind him immediately stepped forward, surrounding Julian Grant, ready to give him a good beating.

Julian Grant shrugged indifferently with a smile, "Josephine, is this the husband you swiftly married, abandoning me back then?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, how did your taste and vision degrade so severely? Open your nearsighted eyes and take a good look, is he as handsome as your bro?"

Having said that, he made a show of coming closer to Nathaniel, as if to compare their looks.

Nathaniel Gallagher heard this, his face contorted in anger, looking incredulously at this reckless ’guy.’

He didn’t recognize Julian Grant, only having heard his name before.

Of course, Julian Grant had lived abroad.

Before age 27, his father didn’t allow him to return to the country.

His identity was even more of a mystery.

He took his mother’s surname, Grant.

His maternal family was the wealthiest in Caldwen, and he ranked second in the family, earning him the respectful title of Second Master Grant in The Caldwen Scene.

Only a small number of people knew of his father’s background.

His father could make the entire Caldwen Scene tremble with just a cough.

Josephine Thompson held her breath, equally shocked to see Julian Grant.

"Why is it you? What are you doing here?"

Julian Grant laughed frivolously, revealing his unabashed affection, "To play the hero and save the beauty, of course."

"You’re being bullied to death; as your former bro, I felt sorry, so I’m here to rescue you!"

Pfft!

Josephine Thompson shivered from embarrassment.

He was still so unruly, careless, foul-mouthed, flamboyant, and always causing trouble.

And what was even more of an eyesore... was that exaggerated silver granny-gray hairstyle of his.

Like a Coriana pop idol.

For someone as conservative and traditional as her, it was truly unbearable to look at.

"Cut it out."

"Cut what out? I’m here to help you."

Nathaniel Gallagher felt as if his head was awash in green pastures.

He could be boundless with other women.

But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t have any men around her, had to love him faithfully, support the family, and be a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Josephine, who is he? What is your relationship with him?"

Julian Grant snorted disdainfully at him, "The name’s Grant, second in the Grant Family."

"Grant Family? The Caldwen Grant Family?" Nathaniel Gallagher frowned, looking even more ominous.

"What else?" Julian Grant’s disdain and arrogance were palpable.

He had been eyeing Nathaniel Gallagher.

Seething with hatred.

Betrayal of a spouse was unforgivable.

Nathaniel Gallagher raised an eyebrow, speaking coldly: "This is Audenburg, I don’t care if your name is Grant or whatever. On my turf, even a dragon has to lie low."

The bodyguards heard this and immediately prepared to teach him a lesson.

Just as they moved to act.

The crowd stirred, and a large group of bodyguards suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Following that, even the highest commissioner of Audenburg police personally arrived with a team.

"Mr. Gallagher, calm down. Harmony brings wealth. Mr. Grant is my friend, please give me some face."

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher reluctantly contained his anger, stepping down the ladder.

He knew too.

Julian Grant had deep connections.

If he really beat him up, he’d only end up causing more trouble for himself.

After persuading Nathaniel Gallagher.

Immediately, they went to convince Julian Grant.

One of the bodyguards leaned in to Julian Grant’s ear, speaking in a respectful and cautious whisper.

Julian Grant listened, his careless expression gradually turned serious.

His grandfather was ill, and his mother was urging him to hurry back to Caldwen.

"Let’s go."

"Yes."

The luxury cars parked by the roadside immediately started following.

A black Maybach drove up, stopping beside Julian Grant.

The bodyguards immediately moved to open the car door.

As Julian Grant was about to get in, he turned and looked at Josephine, speaking teasingly, "I’m off, babe. Will be waiting for your divorce, bro."