Emperor Club.
It only took Morgan Family one minute to find out where Daisy was headed.
As one of the most exclusive private clubs in Jiangnan, only the wealthy and powerful frequented it. Grant didn't know why Daisy had to come here so late, but he walked past the disdainful looks of the security guards at the entrance and entered the club.
A group of people were standing on the third floor of the club, and Grant stopped in his tracks when he saw Daisy.
"Is it not resolved yet?"
"No, Sister Hailey. No matter what we say, DragonFire Company says they don't have enough materials and that we have to wait for a month. But a month later, it's too late," Cora said with a hint of grievance. "They also said that if you don't come in person, then forget about it."
"After three invitations, President James, you finally decided to come," a young man in a suit at the entrance said with a smile. "Our boss is in the private room. Please follow me."
"Zhang Yu, don't talk in that sarcastic tone. I've investigated, and your company doesn't lack materials at all! Don't forget, the contract that we signed with your company is still in my hands!" Daisy's cold gaze swept over him, and her voice was icy.
"Hehe, of course I know. Our boss also said that he's willing to pay the penalty for breach of contract," the young man said with a smile. "But I wonder which penalty is higher, ours or Visionary Company's."
"You--" Daisy's face turned pale in an instant.
Visionary Company was a giant in the Jiangnan real estate industry. She had worked hard to win the cooperation opportunity, and if she breached the contract now, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Think about it," the young man said with a smirk, seeming to be satisfied with the anger on Daisy's face.
When his gaze fell on Grant behind her, he couldn't help but pause, then sneered and said, "Why did you bring your useless husband to this kind of occasion?"
Grant furrowed his brows slightly and met the young man's gaze.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Daisy's heart burned when she turned around and saw Grant. Her father was a good man, but how could he be so blind and let her marry such a loser? He couldn't even help at home, and now he only came out to embarrass her.
"I'm worried about you, so I followed to check on you," Grant replied truthfully.
"What good does your worry do? Don't cause me trouble here, just go back home!" Daisy sneered disdainfully, venting all her frustration on Grant.
Grant sighed inwardly. In two months, this ridiculous marriage would be over. He had originally considered asking for help from the Morgan Family, but now that he saw Daisy and her mother's attitude, any pity he had for them had vanished.
Inside the private room, the atmosphere was ambiguous. Rows of champagne bottles, ten in total, were still foaming and sparkling on the table.
Walter, the CEO of DragonFire Company, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. When he saw Daisy come in, he stood up and smiled, "President James, you finally came."
"Don't talk nonsense." Daisy pushed away Walter's hand and said coldly, "Walter, how much more money do you want to continue providing materials for me?"
"President James, don't be angry. Here, have a drink first," Walter pointed to the table.
"Fine."
Daisy picked up the glass and drank it all in one go.
"Okay, okay, President James is indeed bold," Walter laughed and said, "If you agree to spend a night with me, President James, I don't even need to charge you for these materials, I'll give them to you for free."
"But...if you don't agree, then it's unfortunate. I just asked some old friends who run material companies, and they don't have any either," Walter leered at Daisy, his threatening tone evident in his words.
Upon hearing this request, Daisy immediately became angry. "Walter, you're dreaming. Even if the company really goes bankrupt, I won't agree to this kind of request!"
"Don't agree? Do you think you have a choice?" Walter's expression turned cold.
His henchmen in the room immediately understood and left the room, locking the door behind them.
"What are you going to do?" Daisy shrank back, after all, she was just a woman. After seeing their actions, she immediately became afraid.
But as she retreated, Walter grabbed her wrist. "Hahaha, of course I'm going to have you!" Walter's eyes were full of excitement!
Finally! He had spent so much effort and money to deceive Daisy into his hands, how could he not be excited?
As Walter pressed her onto the sofa, Daisy was at a loss. She had never been forced like this before and sat there dazed, watching the approaching face, closing her eyes.
"She's my wife.", you better stay away from her."
The expected action did not happen, and Daisy was puzzled. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in her ears.
Grant? Wasn't he told to leave?
Daisy opened her eyes and saw Grant's fingers firmly gripping Walter's arm, leaving the latter unable to move despite his face turning red. Daisy never expected that the man she thought was just a useless freeloader in the James Family could stand up for himself at this moment.
"Heh, you're the soft rice man from the James Family?" Walter was taken aback, then sneered, "Dare to oppose me? I'll give you a chance. Kneel down, kowtow twice, then get out and close the door. I'll pretend this never happened!"
Grant remained silent, calmly looking at Walter with a serene gaze that made the latter's heart race.
"This...this is Grant?"
Daisy wondered in her heart, feeling that the man in front of her was so dominant that he was completely different from the man who usually acted meekly at home.
Walter's wrist was being painfully squeezed, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and show a fierce expression.
"You useless piece of trash, you're looking for death!"
He suddenly slapped Grant, but found himself suddenly floating in the air.
His feet left the ground, and he was thrown back with great force.
"You dare to attack me?"
Grant sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two-hundred-pound fat man flew directly and crashed into the wall of the private room!
How much strength did that take? "Bang!"
Standing outside the door, the henchman heard a loud noise and rushed in, only to be stunned by the scene in the private room.
No one expected that Grant would step up at such a critical moment. In their eyes, Grant was just a coward!
Has he gone crazy?
He actually had the courage to lay hands on the DragonFire Company boss?
"Looking for death!"
"You coward, we should have kicked you out long ago. I can't believe you dare to sneak in here!"
"Kill him!"
Several henchmen took out their weapons and rushed forward.
One of them, wielding an iron pipe, swung it fiercely at Grant's head.
If this blow landed, Grant's head would definitely explode like a watermelon.