Waiters entered one after another, carrying a variety of delicacies. The prim and proper smiles on their faces were a testament to the Grant Hotel's commendable training.
Uncle Grant lavished praise and chatted about everything under the sun, as if their earlier argument never happened.
Shirley Thorne had to admire people like him who could switch masks at a moment's notice.
As for Yvette Grant, she lacked her father's composure. She simply drank her tea, face stiff as a board, while shooting nonstop daggers from her eyes at Shirley Thorne and Meredith Rowan.
Shirley Thorne couldn't care less, but she was curious: if Yvette Grant were to face off against Meredith Rowan, who would come out on top?
Still, with Uncle Grant around, Yvette probably wouldn't go too far. After all, Meredith Rowan was someone who could bring their family benefits.
Although she had no idea what those benefits actually were!
