CHAPTER 262: CHAPTER 262: WILLING TO BE A DOG

"President Grant, someone is constantly competing with us for business. Previously, the few businesses given by Lawson Group, we found someone purchasing raw materials at a high price during acquisition. Now, what we’ve acquired is less than a third of our budget," said the Head of the Purchasing Department, distressed. This issue has been going on for quite some time. Initially, it was thought to be just a coincidence, but now it appears intentional. How could it just be a coincidence?

One coincidence, two coincidences, three coincidences?

Mr. Grant sat in his swivel chair, waving his big hand dismissively, "Can’t you handle such trivial matters? What’s the use of having you?"

"This hasn’t happened before. Our Purchasing Department doesn’t have any other suppliers." Now it was the Purchasing Department’s turn to be in trouble because the sudden situation caught them off guard.

"Go and call my precious son. Ask him to inquire with Landon Lawson on how to resolve this. What you incompetent people can’t solve is just a wave of the hand for Landon Lawson."

Mr. Grant spoke shamelessly, showing no sense of shame.

The Head of the Purchasing Department looked at Mr. Grant with a strange expression, noticing how "unconventional" a president he was. In name, the company belonged to him, but whenever trouble arose, he would immediately turn to Landon Lawson to handle it.

Sometimes, the employees wondered if the Grant Group was a subsidiary of the Lawson Group.

At this moment, a voice urgently interrupted as Mr. Grant’s secretary rushed in, gasping for breath and looking particularly anxious.

Mr. Grant, a bit displeased, waved his hand, "Young people are so hasty. Whatever you have to say, say it slowly."

The secretary steadied her steps, gently regulating her breath before speaking up, "Mr. President, there’s bad news. The few businesses given to us by the Lawson Group have been rejected by Young Master Miles, saying he won’t proceed with them."

"Not proceeding?" Mr. Grant, usually unresponsive, was deeply affected upon hearing that Miles Grant had returned the business. This was the lifeline for the entire Grant Group for the second half of the year.

Without these businesses, the Grant Group would have difficulty operating.

Now, he finally understood why the secretary seemed so alarmed.

"Young Master Miles has said that he will no longer engage with any business involving the Lawson Group, and previous long-term partners are also ending cooperation,"

Miles Grant appeared at the Grant Group early that morning. Although everyone knew that Miles didn’t involve himself in company affairs, being a doctor pursuing his own dreams and achieving significant success,

Miles, who had never interfered with company matters, seemed out of character today, demanding the company cease all collaborations with the Lawson Group.

Even though Miles is a doctor now, it’s widely known that the Grant Group will eventually fall into his hands.

Listening to the secretary’s report, Mr. Grant’s face flushed between red and blue.

"He’s gone mad, Miles Grant must be mad!" Mr. Grant stormed out, determined to see what had gone wrong with Miles to make such a foolish decision.

When Mr. Grant arrived at the meeting room, Miles was already sitting there waiting quietly, his indifferent expression passing over Mr. Grant.

Without saying a word, Mr. Grant walked over and raised his hand, delivering a harsh slap to Miles’s face without hesitation.

The crisp slap sound left the onlooking employees outside stunned. It was the first time seeing Mr. Grant so enraged, striking the always well-behaved former top student, Miles Grant.

Miles’s glasses flew off his face, yet he sat there without any resistance or shock, taking the slap with unusual calmness.

"You wastrel! Didn’t I just tell you yesterday to maintain a good relationship with Landon Lawson? The group relies on them for business in the future. What’s going on with you now?" Mr. Grant, red-nosed, was trembling with anger, his lips quivering nonstop.

The secretary and others stood frozen, thinking, what kind of father acts like this? He even slapped Miles in front of everyone, leaving no dignity intact.

"Come with me, let’s find Landon Lawson to apologize!" Mr. Grant grabbed Miles and tried to drag him out, unable to let go of those business deals that were like swan meat they wouldn’t let fly away.

Miles remained rigid, standing still, refusing to move no matter how hard Mr. Grant tugged at him.

Mr. Grant turned around, looking at Miles’s cold, expressionless face with a clear handprint on his cheek, "What are you waiting for? Let’s go!"

"I’m not going!"

A cold voice slowly rang out, and as Mr. Grant turned to look at Miles, he couldn’t help but feel how unfamiliar this son of his seemed, questioning if this really was his son.

"What did you say?"

Miles’s expression was frighteningly grim, his entire face shrouded in shadows, preventing anyone from deciphering his facial expression.

"I’m not going!"

His thin lips parted slightly, only three words, yet filled with resolute determination.

Mr. Grant stood frozen; Miles had never defied him before. For the first time, and this time severely, the unquestionable tone made Mr. Grant momentarily doubt if this was truly his son—how he seemed to have transformed.

Mr. Grant released his grip, looking at Miles with a grim expression.

The latter raised his gaze, his eyes bloodshot. After leaving Landon Lawson yesterday, he went clubbing to drink all night, not closing his eyes at all.

Yesterday, it took immense determination to seek Landon Lawson, knowing the ramifications of their relationship ending there. The overwhelming weight of everything on Miles felt suffocating.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly said, "Landon Lawson and I have fallen out, the Lawson family won’t help anymore, and if Grant Group can sustain itself, it should do so; if not, it should just collapse. We won’t be the Lawson Group’s dog anymore!"

Miles said this in one breath; before, even given the guts, he wouldn’t have dared articulate such words.

"What’s wrong with being a dog?"

"Being a dog, we get meat to eat. As long as we follow behind Landon Lawson, can we possibly starve?"

Mr. Grant grumbled discontentedly, lamenting how his son stirred up such a towering figure as Landon Lawson over a pathetic sense of pride.

Miles paused, looking at his father.

Even if it meant being Lawson’s dog, it was accepted willingly, regardless of outsiders’ criticism or humiliation—it was willing. How did he end up in such a shameless family?

If not for the Grant Family, Miles could stand tall before Landon Lawson.

Even if it were just a small, self-sufficient family, not dependent on Landon Lawson’s help, Miles could stand tall and pursue his dreams and career.

But all of it was ruined by the Grant Family.

And they crushed him into the dust.