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Mr. Grant Treats Me Like a Treasure

Chapter 132 - 131: On the Verge of Madness

Author: Wutong and Roses in the Evening
updatedAt: 2025-11-15

CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 131: ON THE VERGE OF MADNESS

People in the conference room left one after another. Though a decision wasn’t made on which designer’s work to use, everyone was clear in their hearts about the answer.

One by one, they passed by Serena Sullivan, smiling and greeting her with flattery.

From the moment Serena joined The Grant Corporation and clashed with Zoe Quinn several times, the outcome was clear to all those watching from the sidelines.

At this point, anyone still foolish enough to mock Serena would find their days at The Grant Corporation difficult.

Serena smiled and nodded at them, waiting until most had left before she slowly relaxed her straightened back, along with the smile fading from her face.

"Designer Sullivan, let me push you back."

Designer Cheney came over to ask Serena, feeling fortunate that she hesitated and refused when Zoe approached her to join forces against Serena, or else she’d have ended up like Shannon Shaw.

"Let me."

Yvette Sterling stepped forward and said to Serena, "Madam, I’ll take you back to the office."

"Alright!"

The two were the last to leave the conference room. Yvette pushed her slowly; Serena didn’t urge him on. She was very tired, exhausted from within.

"Madam, rest assured, Zoe cannot stay at The Grant Corporation."

Serena knew without Yvette saying.

Zoe staged such a drama, yet was personally humiliated by Ethan Grant. Not only won’t Zoe stay at The Grant Corporation, her reputation as a designer in Solaria will plummet, implicating Ruth Hale.

"Oh!"

She responded lightly.

Following that, silence fell again; only the sound of wheelchair wheels rolling and Yvette’s footsteps echoed in the corridor.

"Mr. Grant hasn’t had a good time these years."

Yvette thought for a moment but couldn’t resist saying it.

He was the son of the Grant family’s butler, witnessing how much Mr. Grant loved Serena, caring for her even more, until the car accident involving Serena drove him nearly insane due to family pressure.

Only now, did the two of them get back together again.

Over these four years, neither had it easier than the other.

"Really?"

Serena replied with a faint smile. She had been away for four years and did not actively inquire about Ethan Grant’s matters, whether from Anna Morgan or if Finn Chandler intentionally revealed them.

She didn’t want to know that much, just as she didn’t want to tear open her pain from those four years for him to see.

They were together, but their hearts weren’t.

"But, madam, now that you’re back, everything will be fine."

Yvette said with a smile. For Serena to return, Mr. Grant spent four years exhausting his efforts, opposing everyone in the Grant family. After gaining control of The Grant Corporation, he set up a situation forcing Serena to come back.

Along the way, as an observer, Yvette watched it all unfold, drenched in blood.

"Madam." He wanted to say more on behalf of Ethan, but Serena spoke first, asking, "Yvette, who is it that he wants to marry?"

Yvette was taken aback; he hadn’t expected Serena to ask this.

Initially, Mr. Grant endured not being kind to Serena, yet gradually, as someone obsessed with her, how could he tolerate Zoe or Claire Sullivan bullying her?

That intention couldn’t be hidden.

Everyone could see Ethan Grant protecting Serena.

Given all that has happened, how could Serena not feel Ethan wanted only her from the beginning to the end!

"Madam, I think it’s better if you ask Mr. Grant yourself."

Yvette wanted to give Serena and Ethan a chance to be open with each other; otherwise, with matters hidden in their hearts, neither would easily tell the other their thoughts, making it impossible to be together in the end!

Serena smirked slightly, looking down at her legs in the wheelchair. Suddenly, all she saw was a blood-red hue, so vivid that her hands began to tremble, the wound in her heart, unhealed even after four years, ripping open further and hurting intensely.

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