Chapter 289


    Ronan nced at Crystal, who stood in the middle of the hall, looking as vulnerable as a skinned


    rabbit. Her eyes, filled with allure, seemed especially pitiful in this state.


    "Grant, don''t you dare nder me." She retorted, her voice filled with a defensive edge, "While you''re


    out every night, hooking up with every woman that catches your fancy, I''m left alone at home. Why is it


    okay for you to live such a life, but not me? I swear, one of these days, I''m going to end you!" The


    spark of defiance in her eyes was enough to make any man think twice about crossing her.


    It wasmon knowledge among the high society that marriages among the wealthy often involved a


    certain level of freedom. But why was it that in the Grant household, only the man was allowed his


    dalliances, while the woman was expected to remain untainted?


    To Grant, Crystal''s argument wasughable. "It''s simple." He retorted, stretching out his hand and


    rubbing his fingers together in the universal sign for money, "I''m the one bringing in the dough. If you


    were the one with the money, then you could have your fun too. As of today, I''ve made your


    indiscretions known to everyone. If you dare to step out of line again, don''t you think for a second that


    you''ll get a dime from me! You want to reconcile? Forget it! You think you can use a child to extort


    money from me? Who do you think you are?"


    Crystal had had an affair with another man and was now pregnant. She hoped to reconcile with Grant


    and im that the child was his, given that he was substantially wealthy. When Grant discovered her


    deception, he made sure her reputation was left in ruins in their hometown of Millstone. Grant might


    have been wealthy, but he was no fool.


    Ronan shared a look with Thomas, who returned the nce.


    After Crystal had been thoroughly humiliated and the crowd dispersed, Ronan was left alone. "So, how


    was my move?" He asked.


    "It''s a blessing in disguise." Ronan said, his tone cryptic.


    "You intellectuals and your fancy words are hard to understand." Grant grumbled, "But, Mr. Evans, I did


    hear that while Mrs. Evans was in the States, you stayed here. Is there something you''re not telling us


    about the kids Mrs. Evans is carrying? I mean, raising another man''s children is a pretty big cuckolding.


    If she''s causing you trouble, just hand her over to me. I''ll make sure she''s begging for death."


    Ronan simply smiled, his confidence unwavering, "The kids are mine."


    "If you say so, Mr. Evans." Grant conceded, "But if she steps out of line, I won''t hesitate to step in."


    "She''s my woman, and I''ll decide what to do with her." Ronan stated, his voice firm.


    Grant''s pride took a hit at that, but he didn''t let it show, "Fine. I''ll treat you a meal sometime."


    "Sounds good. Just make sure it''s at noon." Ronan said.


    "Got it. I know you have someone to entertain in the evening." Grant said, a smirk ying on his lips.


    "I should be going." Ronan announced, making his way towards the door.


    "Hold on." Grant called out, grabbing Ronan''s sleeve, "If you''re not entertaining anyone tonight, why did


    youe out?"


    Ronan merely chuckled, not giving a direct answer, and hurriedly left the private room.


    Grant pondered for a moment. Thest time at Luxe Cuisine, Cordelia was out with friends. This time,


    he was in a hurry to get back, probably worried about leaving his woman alone for too long.


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    Grant scoffed. What was it with women? He gave them an inch, and they took a mile!