Ethan Grant knew Shirley Thorne was obsessed with money, but this level of obsession was truly a rare sight.
He saw her tragic, heroic expression, like one of the Five Heroes of Mount Grelm, and the slight urge to tease her finally dissipated into thin air, leaving not a trace behind.
"Mr. Grant, will Phoebe Ainsworth come back?"
Shirley Thorne changed the subject.
'Time to talk business!'
'We need to talk business!'
Ethan Grant didn't expose her little ploy. He said coolly, "Why wouldn't she?"
Shirley Thorne shrugged, tilting her head with a mischievous smile. "You made her so angry!"
She had watched from a god's-eye view on the security cameras. Phoebe Ainsworth, stomping in her high heels, looked angry enough to kick a hole in the floor. Her fury was no less than a volcanic eruption.
Hearing this, Ethan Grant lowered his gaze and a corner of his mouth lifted. "Do you want her to keep coming?"
