Mr. Grant Treats Me Like a Treasure
Chapter 51: Sign This
CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: SIGN THIS
In the office, there were only Serena Sullivan and Ethan Grant. After closing the door, silence was all that remained between them.
Ethan Grant stood by the window, looking at the flowers and plants on the terrace outside, "Don’t overthink it!"
Serena turned her head to look. Ethan Grant’s straight back inexplicably gave her a feeling of cold desolation.
She paused and displayed a faint self-mocking smile, responding, "Mm-hmm!"
She had passed the age of fantasy; Ethan Grant’s sudden change wouldn’t lead her to believe he had fallen in love with her again.
He didn’t have the habit of picking up things he no longer wanted.
Moreover, she was disabled. Aside from her somewhat pretty face, how could she possibly attract someone who had become the leader of The Grant Family?
Today, he stepped forward to protect her because she was Mrs. Grant.
This self-awareness, she possessed!
On the window glass, Serena’s faint smiling face reflected into Ethan Grant’s eyes. He stared blankly at her. Upon hearing the sound of "Mm-hmm," an unnamed anger surged in his chest, his facial outline tightened, and a chilling intent seeped from the depths of his eyes. However, as it settled on the beautiful face on the glass, the chilling intent suddenly dissipated, transforming into strands of melancholy.
The office door was knocked open, Yvette Sterling came in, seeing one standing by the window, the other seated at the desk, and felt the atmosphere was somewhat strange, "Sir, I’ve brought the stuff."
After handing the contract to Ethan Grant, Yvette Sterling looked at his own boss with uneasy glances before leaving.
"Sign this."
Ethan Grant walked over next to Serena, placing the contract on the desk. Serena looked over in confusion, seeing black letters at the top of the first page — this was her personnel contract with The Grant Corporation.
Wasn’t a work contract supposed to be signed with the HR department? Why did Ethan Grant personally come to her?
"Sign it."
With a plain expression, Ethan Grant took a pen from the desk, stuffing it into Serena’s hand.
Serena picked up the contract, flipping it open, noticing it was about ten pages thick. Why was the work contract so long?
Carefully inspecting it would take five or six minutes.
"I’ll take it home and have a look."
While flipping to the third page, Ethan Grant’s large hand pressed on the top of the contract, refusing to let Serena continue turning pages. He smirked disdainfully, retorting, "Serena, there are plenty who want this position."
Retaking the contract, Ethan Grant directly flipped to the last page, pointing to the signature spot, saying, "I don’t have time to waste here with you!"
Serena gripped the pen, gazing at the blank signature area. For some reason, she had the urge to finish reading the contract.
"Serena!"
Ethan Grant impatiently raised his voice, "Everyone’s contract is identical. Either sign it or get lost."
Looking at the big red stamp of The Grant Corporation below, Serena tightened her grip on the pen, signing her name there slowly and carefully.
Sign it, she thought. As a disabled person, there wasn’t anything she had that Ethan Grant could scheme over!
Now, it seemed even her life wasn’t worth much anymore.
Once the contract was signed, Ethan Grant directly pulled it away from her hand, not allowing Serena to review it.
Serena watched Ethan Grant hurriedly turn around and leave, feeling an inexplicable unease. This morning started with Sean Lockwood, then Zoe Quinn, then Ethan Grant protecting her by having her sign a contract. Her mind was in chaos, feeling exhausted.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, she recalled something. Wasn’t she supposed to receive a copy of the personnel contract? Why did Ethan Grant take everything?
"Sir!"
Yvette Sterling saw Ethan Grant coming out so quickly, and called out in confusion. Was the matter settled?
Did Mrs. Grant sign?
"Mm-hmm!"
Ethan Grant responded lightly. He looked down at the signature on the last page of the contract, his lips pursing into a faint smile.