Terrence Grant's air of arrogant self-assurance returned. It was different from Justin's—Justin was just a paper tiger, coming off more like a common street thug. Terrence Grant, however, had earned the right to be arrogant. In just one short year since joining The Grant Group, his achievements were considerable.
The Grant Group's development project in Sanford was executed flawlessly. It allowed the company, which had never dabbled in the tourism industry before, to carve out a huge slice of the market. Not only the company's veterans but also the family elders sang his praises. It was a pace of growth few could ever hope to match.
"I look forward to competing with you in the future, Mr. Grant," Martin Quinn said with a faint smile. Seeing the woman in his arms yawn, he finally relented and let Seraphina Sterling take the person away.
Mission accomplished. Seraphina Sterling shot a casual glance at Terrence Grant. 'Not bad. I'll chalk one up for you.'
