Chapter 314: Chapter 313: Don’t You Like Him?
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Unexpectedly, Damian agreed so quickly, which made Grace Harrison smile happily.
The shirt was authentic, and to keep her family from finding out, she had spent all her private savings.
As long as he was willing to give her his old clothes, this matter would come to a perfect end
Watching Damian leave, Grace Harrison sighed in relief.
“Miss, can we go now?” A man dressed like a bodyguard approached cautiously, “The boss is urging.”
“I know.” Grace Harrison rubbed her hair in annoyance, “I’m only a sophomore. I really don’t know what he’s thinking, making me work so early.”
“The boss said that according to the laws of Orientopia, you can get married at twenty. You’ve reached the legal marriage age. In order for you to inherit the family business smoothly after graduation, you must start getting familiar with your family’s industry now.”
Familiar with the family industry?
Thinking about her days starting from serving plates, Grace felt a terrible headache.
Seeing Grace like this, the bodyguards in black were also helpless.
Since Miss Harrison started “working,” she had been causing trouble non-stop. Not only did she break coffee cups, but she also argued with customers.
So the Harrison Group’s boss had arranged for him to be by her side, both to protect her and to supervise her from causing damage.
The truth was that Grace didn’t like sabotaging things, but she couldn’t stand the men who were two-timing. So she used the pouring coffee method to remind those women who allowed themselves to be mistreated!
Inside the Jenkins family’s conference room, Mr. Jenkins glanced at the time on his watch. He said to Amanda Leaford, “It seems that your family is not very interested in this marriage.”
His words were somewhat harsh.
Amanda’s face didn’t change, but she frowned slightly upon hearing Mr. Jenkins’s words.
“Whether we’re interested or not depends on your attitude. After all, my sister isn’t short of suitors.” Joshua Thompson’s long legs were casually crossed, looking completely relaxed.
“Mr. Jenkins, we came here not to discuss marriage, but to ask about your grandson’s attitude.” Amanda’s tone was more serious. “Ivy is, after all, my daughter. If your grandson’s attitude is unclear, I won’t agree to them being together.”
The white-browed Mr. Jenkins raised an eyebrow: “I won’t lie to you. I’ve been having a hard time with this matter. The baby in Ivy’s belly is Michael Gallagher’s, not from the Jenkins family. Now there is no Michael Gallagher in this world, and your daughter still refuses to let the baby have the Jenkins surname. What am I going to do with my old face in the future?”
“Actually, we didn’t intend to let the child have the father’s surname.” Joshua Thompson glanced at him disdainfully. “We want the child to have the mother’s surname, and that will solve the problem.”
Why should his nephew have the scumbag’s surname? The baby could have the Walker or Thompson surname. Both were better than having the scumbag’s surname.
“No, the child must have the Jenkins surname.” Mr. Jenkins was adamant. “Our Jenkins family places great importance on passing on the family line.”
“I can see that.” Joshua Thompson’s lips curved evilly. “Even an idiot has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of passing on the family line.”
Mr. Jenkins:
“Joshua.” Amanda Leaford glared at him.
At this moment, Molly Walker and Damian Thompson walked in together.
As soon as Molly entered, she felt like it was a negotiation.
She looked around and, sure enough, she did not see Michael Gallagher.
Seeing the newcomers, Mr. Jenkins could only suppress his anger.
“Now that everyone is here, let me get straight to the point without beating around the bush.” Mr. Jenkins smiled meaningfully. “Actually, our little Michael had a fiancée.”
Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces except Molly’s turned sour.
Michael Gallagher had a fianceé?
“Back then, when my son Edward decided on a marriage for little Michael, you all know that in families like ours, it’s all about alliances and maximizing interests, so the marriage would be decided early on. Scarlett Jackson, you know her, right? She’s the fiancée Edward had chosen for little Michael.” Mr. Jenkins smiled benevolently. “Although the alliance between the two families was decided when they were young, both parties still want to continue with the engagement.”
“Why tf did you, the Jenkins, get engaged and still mess with our family members?” Nicholas Thompson’s face was full of anger.
What did Mr. Jenkins mean? Inviting them here for “negotiations” only to slap them in the face on purpose?
Unexpectedly, it was Nicholas Thompson who got angry first.
Joshua Thompson, on the other hand, was smiling as he patted Nicholas on the shoulder. He calmly mocked, “They said they had an engagement with Zachary Jenkins, not with Michael Gallagher. Did you forget? At Jeremy’s residence, Michael said that he would not take the Jenkins surname for the sake of marrying our Fourth Sister.”
Hearing this, Mr. Jenkins’s face darkened instantly.
It was true that little Michael had said he could give up the Jenkins surname for Ivy, and he hadn’t expected him to say the same thing to others.
“I can actually understand him. Sometimes I don’t want to have the Thompson surname either.” Joshua’s voice was full of laughter, with just the right amount of teasing.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Molly’s heart grew colder and colder.
If not for considering her master and thinking about Mr. Jenkins being Michael’s grandfather, she would have wanted to leave on the spot.
Today, the fact that these two muscular men appeared was definitely due to Mr. Jenkins’s scheming. From what happened with Emma Smith to now, it was clear how unscrupulous Mr. Jenkins was in achieving his goals.
If it weren’t for promising Michael, she wouldn’t even want to attend this unpleasant meeting.
She didn’t plan on entering the Jenkins family, whose gate was difficult to get through.
“At this point, we know what the Jenkins family wants.” Damian looked at Molly. “Since the Jenkins family’s door isn’t easy to enter, we won’t enter.”
Molly nodded: “Mr. Jenkins, to be honest, I have no intention of remarrying.”
“No intention?” Mr. Jenkins sneered coldly. “Don’t you like little Michael? If you didn’t like him, could you have persevered for three years?”