CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: MR. GRANT’S DOUBLE STANDARD WIFE-DOTING ROUTINE

Ethan Grant’s house.

Upon arriving home, Ethan Grant turned off his phone directly.

No matter how frantically Arthur Grant called, Ethan just pretended not to hear.

Out of sight, out of mind.

"Mr. Grant..." Yvette Aston hesitated to speak.

"It’s after hours now." Ethan Grant pointed at his watch.

Yvette Aston lowered her head, gathering courage to speak. "Ethan... have you thought of a backup plan?"

"Any good ideas?" Ethan Grant smiled.

"You need to think of a backup plan and prepare for the worst. If Arthur gets anxious and takes back the shares that rightfully belong to you and gives them to Jayden..." Yvette urged him to prepare for the worst.

"Grant Group is what it is today because of me." Ethan Grant was confident enough.

If Arthur didn’t believe it, he was welcome to test it.

"As for a backup plan..." Ethan Grant was silent for a long time before speaking again. "I promised to protect you completely and I won’t let you fall into the mire again."

Whatever he promised Yvette, he would certainly accomplish.

His rose must bloom again.

He had the absolute capital and ability to make her bloom.

Yvette Aston shook her head; she wasn’t worried about herself.

Seeing Ethan Grant hesitate to speak, she knew he must have his own backup plans, just inconvenient to say at the moment.

"Can I make braised ribs?" Yvette asked softly.

"I’m not picky about food." Ethan Grant removed his watch, loosened his tie, and went to the study to check Summers’ learning.

Yvette was briefly stunned, not picky about food?

Christopher Carter had spent the whole day telling her how picky Mr. Grant was...

Why was he suddenly not picky?

...

Grant Group.

Jayden Grant walked into the office with a gloomy face and a low pressure.

"Junior President Grant." Eric Larson took advantage of nobody being around to enter the office. "You were looking for me..."

"Did you see the news about my mother?" Jayden Grant was there to confront Eric Larson.

"Don’t worry about this; my father will settle it soon. You should focus on competing for the vice president position," Jayden spoke again.

"Yes." Eric Larson nodded quickly.

Clearly Melody Crowe had leverage on Eric Larson.

"Junior President Grant, when do you plan to act?" Eric Larson asked.

"Ethan might think he’s exceptionally capable, but unfortunately, he’s made too many enemies. Many in the upper management are dissatisfied with him. Almost everyone is watching him, waiting to blow up any slight mistake of his..." Jayden Grant leaned against the desk. "Even though the desert project is remote, it’s the most valued project of the department this year. The Northwest project base hasn’t been approved yet, and if Ethan’s project plan gets leaked..."

"Junior President Grant, are you planning to have someone hack Mr. Grant’s computer?" Eric Larson took a deep breath and asked.

"You don’t need to worry about this." Jayden was determined to win.

He had a skilled hacker at his side.

Hacking Ethan’s computer and stealing business secrets wouldn’t be a problem.

"Junior President Grant, stealing business secrets is illegal though..." Eric Larson reminded Jayden, warning him not to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

"I know what I’m doing."

Eric Larson nodded. "The urgent task is the vice president position. I must get it; 80% of the project and investment departments are supporting me. It’s impossible for Ethan to fire me and select someone else."

Firing him was a pipe dream.

"Moreover, Ethan has been trying various ways to win my assistant over, aiming to rope her in, while unaware that I’ve long been on your and madam’s side." Eric Larson spoke with a smile.

Jayden nodded. "You’re doing well."

Ethan would eventually pay the price for his arrogance and pride!

"Once you take the vice president position and stabilize our people, kick Ethan out." Jayden sneered. "He thinks exposing my mother’s affair would make my father feel guilty? In reality, he’s straying further from my father’s control. As long as I persuade father to take back his shares... what is he worth?"

"You’re absolutely right." Eric Larson spoke with a smile. "I’ve always thought highly of you; if you were in Ethan’s position, you certainly wouldn’t be worse than him. Over these years, he’s been overshadowing you, giving you no room to showcase your abilities."

"In my opinion, you’re no worse than Ethan."

Jayden snorted. "I must take back what’s mine."

The shares and Yvette too.

As Eric Larson left the office, Henry Jennings called Jayden.

Jayden rubbed his forehead irritably and answered the phone.

"Your mother added acid to the water? Was it to harm Yvette?" Henry’s voice was deep, stern, and questioning. "Does your mother have a death wish?"

"President Jennings, this is a misunderstanding." Jayden spoke with a dark expression.

"Misunderstanding?" Henry sneered. "Do you think I’m a fool?"

"Jayden... tell your mother, don’t play tricks with me. If she dares harm a single hair on Yvette, she’ll bear the consequences." Henry threatened Jayden.

Jayden rubbed his forehead. "Ethan personally took Yvette home, saying she’s his girlfriend."

"That’s all he’s got?" Henry’s voice was very low.

Evidently suppressing anger.

"Yvette’s biological mother is about to be released from prison." Jayden took a deep breath. "I know her soft spot."

"You better not make me wait too long." Henry needed Jayden to push Yvette back to the brink.

At that point, when he reappears, Yvette will obediently stay by his side.

The butterfly with broken wings cannot fly but can only plead for the owner’s protection, begging not to be abandoned.

He now just waited for Yvette to plead with him a second time.

If he succeeded once, he would certainly do so again.

Yvette must be his.

...

Eric Larson’s office.

Yvette brought some fruit and washed it before giving it to Eric Larson. "President Larson, these are cherries I bought from Old Street Lane; they’re very sweet."

"Assistant Aston, you’re too kind." Eric Larson smiled brightly, stood up, and took the fruit. "Oh my, even getting the president’s assistant to buy fruit for me."

"Please, don’t be so polite. I’ve said it, whatever you need, just ask." Yvette spoke politely, with a flattering smile.

This morning, Eric Larson suddenly added Yvette from the work group, and deliberately asked if she passed by Old Street Lane so she could pick up some fruit.

This old fox was clearly testing Yvette.

Yvette was Ethan’s personal assistant, so her attitude towards him was essentially Ethan’s attitude.

Getting the president’s personal assistant to buy fruit for him, currently just a project manager, really shouldn’t be done.

But Yvette agreed, agreed very freely, and with a fawning smile, she bought the fruit without asking for payment.

"These cherries aren’t cheap." Eric Larson asked with implied meaning.

"President Larson, just enjoy them. This small amount of money, once you become the vice president, just praise me a little more in front of Mr. Grant." Yvette quickly waved it off.

In reality, she felt heartache over the money spent on cherries, ninety-nine per pound, and she bought three hundred dollars’ worth.

Three hundred dollars!

She’d need to pick bottles and cans for a long time to earn three hundred.

"Assistant Aston, how much do you earn monthly following Mr. Grant?" Eric Larson asked, getting too cocky.

He deliberately leaned closer to Yvette, started to make lewd jokes to test her. "Such a good figure, how much does it cost to maintain? Is that little salary... enough?"

Yvette knew Eric Larson was deliberately testing her.

Only by not resisting could she completely reassure him, making him feel free and easy, doing whatever he wanted.

"Naturally... it’s not really enough." Yvette sighed, her palms sweaty.

She felt disgusted.