Free Web NovelChapter 769: Chapter 740: Gage Grant vs. Maeve [002]
Jack Hawthorne accompanied with a smile, explaining: "Chairman Crowley, The Imperial Court Club doesn’t have ladies. After dinner, let me treat you to some relaxation, how about that?"
Gage Grant frowned, looking over and thinking: Is this old guy messing around? Everyone knows The Imperial Court Club is a serious place for business talks.
Chairman Crowley wasn’t having it, grumbling that he couldn’t discuss anything without female company.
Then, a staff member suggested: "Why not invite a few young celebrities over? Coincidentally, there’s someone who wants us to sponsor a concert tour, maybe have her come over to accompany us?"
Chairman Crowley’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Make it happen quickly!"
Gage Grant disliked getting involved with entertainment industry people, and upon hearing that a female celebrity was about to come, he whispered a few words to Jack Hawthorne, intending to find an excuse to leave. But then Chairman Crowley suddenly, enthusiastically grabbed his hand, bringing his bald head close, and began endlessly talking.
There was no crucial talk, just a plan to use Gage Grant to meet Zachary Grant.
Gage Grant was already in a bad mood, and after being entangled by this smelly old man for half an hour, his patience ran out, and he was ready to get up and leave when suddenly the door to the private room opened.
"Oh my, so many people!" A middle-aged woman with full makeup peered in from the door, recognized Chairman Crowley’s staff, and quickly brought the young women behind her inside.
Gage Grant and Jack Hawthorne looked over simultaneously and were momentarily stunned, exchanging glances.
Chairman Crowley’s assistant stood up, not in a good mood, gesturing to the door: "Why are you dawdling? Hurry up and come in to greet our Chairman Crowley."
"Okay, okay!" The agent led Maeve inside, and Jack Hawthorne quickly made room for her, moving to sit beside Gage Grant.
Three months later, meeting Maeve again, Gage Grant immediately recognized her. After all, she had recently appeared in his dreams at dusk.
The pink hair was gone, now fully brown and reaching shoulder length, looking more feminine. Yet her expression was still cold and distant, her eyes wandering as if detached from the situation.
She seemed not to recognize Gage Grant and Jack Hawthorne, or rather, didn’t even glance at them.
Gage Grant sat next to Chairman Crowley, watching her obediently sit beside the old man, lighting his cigarettes and toasting for the sake of millions in sponsorship fees, her demeanor subdued.
Previously, when facing him, she had been all fierce and tough.
Gage Grant felt a bit uneasy inside, turning his head to look at Jack Hawthorne.
Jack Hawthorne leaned into his ear, whispering: "Should I find an excuse to make them leave?"
Seeing no objection, Jack Hawthorne got up, moving between him and Chairman Crowley, smiling: "Chairman Crowley, our business isn’t done yet. Having the ladies here isn’t appropriate! Why don’t I get another room, let them wait there, and when we’re done, they can come back?"
Desiring company, Chairman Crowley was unwilling, but upon seeing Gage Grant’s impatience, recalling rumors that the Grant Family never interacted with entertainment industry people, he nodded repeatedly.
Jack Hawthorne smiled, instructing the assistant: "Make it happen."
"Yes, Young Master Hawthorne."
Maeve and the agent were led out by Jack Hawthorne’s assistant, and once the door was closed, Chairman Crowley immediately instructed his men: "Go book a presidential suite at The Ritz right now and give the room card to that little celebrity."
When Jack Hawthorne heard this, his expression changed, signaling Gage Grant to talk behind the screen.
They stood up one behind the other and went behind the screen.
Jack Hawthorne leaned into Gage Grant’s ear, quietly asked: "Should we inform Jules’ wife?"
Gage Grant’s lips curled into a mocking smile, saying: "Her choice, what good would it do to tell Jules’ wife? Let’s go." Then, he went straight to the outer hall.
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Due to Gage Grant’s presence, Chairman Crowley never again let Maeve come in to accompany drinking. When it ended, a group of people carried the drunken Chairman Crowley outside.
Jack Hawthorne and Gage Grant left last, taking the elevator downstairs. Seeing Gage Grant’s preoccupied expression, Jack Hawthorne tossed over a cigarette, smiling: "How’s your mood?"
"What mood?"
"The day Jules returned home, you wanted to pursue that little celebrity, didn’t you? Aren’t you glad she didn’t pay attention to you?"
Jack Hawthorne implied that Gage Grant, who always preferred innocent and pure girls, if he had indeed pursued Maeve, and later found out she was involved in accompanying merchants, would have felt repulsed.
But Gage Grant wasn’t thinking about that.
He laughed with immense irony, softly saying: "She’d rather accompany that morbidly obese, bald old man than pay attention to me. I’m quite hurt."
Having his confident masculine charm ignored, no male could tolerate it.
"Don’t dwell." Jack Hawthorne patted his arm, draping his shoulder as they exited the elevator, "I need to head back to take care of my son tonight, can’t accompany you. Maybe find Wyatt, or an old flame."
Gage Grant didn’t respond.
Sitting in the car, he called Logan Lockwood. Upon hearing Logan Lockwood was preparing to go for a massage, he asked to get a double room.
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"Jules is hosting a housewarming party on Saturday, are you going?" Logan Lockwood flipped over to lie face down, chin resting on his muscular arms, nudging Gage Grant with his face, "If you’re going, let’s go together?"
Gage Grant distractedly said: "Sure, we’ll talk after waking up tomorrow."
Logan Lockwood noticed he wasn’t in the right state, probing: "Why the gloomy face?"
Gage Grant felt lost inside, unsure how to start.
Seeing Maeve preferring to accompany Chairman Crowley rather than pay attention to him, he spiraled into unprecedented frustration, entering a cycle of self-doubt hours ago.
He, Fourth Young Master Grant, had been in romantic pursuits for twenty years without failure, with only those he found unworthy, never anyone unworthy of him.
"Are you troubled by love?" Logan Lockwood asked further.
Gage Grant shot him a sharp glance: "What nonsense?"
Logan Lockwood laughed heartily: "Don’t be stubborn. Tell me, where’s the girl from this time? Seeing your defeated look, I bet she’s ignoring you right? Anyhow, it’s over, spill it, maybe I’ll give you advice that works."
Just then, the masseur finished with his back, and Gage Grant flipped over, lying face up. He looked at the dim light above, his mind tangled like a yarn ball, then decisively said: "There’s a woman, I previously showed her interest, but she ignored me. Today..."
Logan Lockwood became interested, quickly asked: "What happened today?"
"Tonight at a dinner, I saw her accompany drinking for sponsorship, and just..."
Logan Lockwood pressed on: "And just what?"
Gage Grant’s gaze dimmed: "That sponsor could be her grandfather, short, fat, and bald, a mouth that reeks upon speaking. Do you think she’d rather accompany such a character, why doesn’t she give me any response?"
Logan Lockwood also flipped over, similarly falling into confusion.
After a moment, sucking in his cheeks, asked: "Then what do you want to do now? If you feel disgusted, then forget it, don’t think about it, there’s no need to make yourself uncomfortable. If you’re unwilling, then invest some resources in her, make her willingly worship you."
