Chapter 514 Ex-Husband and Ex-Wife
Victoria had just finished speaking when Grant turned and gave her a sidelong glance.
His look clearly conveyed disdain and annoyance, as if her presence was unwelcome.
Victoria met his gaze directly, completely unfazed.
She was well aware that she was interrupting their moment, but why should that matter? She was here for Marlowe, not for him. His mood wasn't her concern.
Marlowe, however, suddenly found Grant's presence irritating and voiced her thoughts, "Mr. Scott, don't you feel rather superfluous here?"
Grant looked puzzled.
Victoria smiled silently.
"Today is my date with Victoria, which has nothing to do with you. Don't you think you're spoiling our appetite?" Marlowe frowned at him, her face clearly displaying her impatience and distaste.
Victoria was somewhat surprised by Marlowe's assertiveness. She had become quite formidable at confrontation, especially considering her target was Grant.
Grant was taken aback that she would call him the redundant one. He clenched his jaw before asking abruptly, "I'm redundant? Marlowe, have you forgotten what our relationship is?"
"What relationship?" Marlowe retorted. "At most, we're about to become ex-husband and ex-wife."
Grant fell silent.
Victoria had just picked up her water glass and was about to take a sip when she paused slightly. She discreetly glanced at Grant's expression—it was absolutely thunderous!
Inwardly, she gave Marlowe a thumbs-up.
She was certain Grant was seething with rage at that moment.
Grant's deep eyes had darkened dangerously, wrapped in a layer of cold detachment.
But Marlowe deliberately ignored all of this. She didn't care whether he was angry or not—he couldn't do anything to her in public anyway.
"Victoria, let's ignore him and enjoy our meal," Marlowe said, no longer looking at Grant but turning to Victoria with a bright smile. "Come on, let's order."
Grant remained silent.
Victoria cleared her throat lightly and touched her nose. "Sure."
The cold aura and displeasure emanating from Grant didn't affect the two women happily ordering their food.
However, it did attract attention from many nearby diners, primarily because the trio was quite striking in appearance.
Victoria and Marlowe were accustomed to dining out and had grown used to being observed, but Grant was not. He had never eaten in such a public setting before, almost always dining in private rooms.
This made him increasingly uncomfortable, his expression growing darker by the minute.
Meanwhile, Marlowe completely ignored him.
She assumed that if she disregarded him, given his temperament, he would eventually leave on his own.
But even after all the dishes had been served, he remained firmly seated beside her.
A server kindly asked, "Sir, would you like me to bring you some cutlery?"
As Grant was about to answer, Marlowe interjected.
She smiled at the server and said, "Thank you, but that won't be necessary. His stomach is far too refined for the food here."
The server was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond, and simply nodded before quickly departing, sensing the tension.
Victoria kept a low profile throughout the meal, eating and drinking as normal.
Marlowe did the same.
So onlookers witnessed this curious scene: a visibly disgruntled man sitting motionless, watching two beautiful women enjoy their meal.
After lunch, Victoria, considering Marlowe's pregnancy, suggested she go home to rest.
Grant had wasted his entire morning and gained nothing from Marlowe for his efforts.
After escorting her back to the villa, he left to attend to business matters.
Kevin was extremely nervous during the drive back to the company.
There had been a meeting scheduled at the subsidiary that morning, which Grant had unceremoniously canceled. Now he wanted another meeting during lunch break when everyone was resting.
But Kevin didn't dare object.
Grant's expression was far too intimidating. If Kevin said one word too many, he'd surely face dire consequences.
So, for his own sake, he dutifully notified everyone about the meeting.
Despite their grievances about Grant's demands, employees could only silently comply—the jobs were too valuable to risk.
After sending the meeting notification, Kevin added a warning in the group chat: [Mr. Scott is in a foul mood today. Good luck to everyone.]
"Kevin, can you tell us why Mr. Scott suddenly called this meeting? Did someone upset him this morning? How can we avoid getting scolded?" a department head cautiously inquired.
Several other department heads nodded eagerly, hoping for insights to avoid triggering Grant's anger.
Unfortunately, Kevin took a deep breath—they all followed suit—and then shrugged. "There's no avoiding it. Just be prepared to take some heat today."
With that, he turned and headed toward the conference room.
The others remained silent.
Inside the conference room, not a sound could be heard.
Those who had previously been eager to present their reports now only wished to hide.
"What's this?" Grant sat at the head of the table, his cold gaze sweeping across the room. "Has everyone lost their voice?"
Grant's deep, ominous tone sent shivers down everyone's spines.
They straightened their postures but kept their heads slightly bowed, careful not to let their eyes wander lest they be singled out.
"Fine. If you won't speak, I will," Grant continued, his unhurried voice filled with coldness. "Planning Department, last week's proposal was less practical than what a fresh college graduate could produce."
The named department head was already beginning to sweat.
No one dared to feel schadenfreude because no department would be spared.
Two days passed.
Today was Lila and Owen's wedding.
Golden Crown Hotel was decorated festively.
Victoria and Alexander exchanged glances after stepping out of their car, surprised that Owen and Lila had chosen this venue for their wedding reception.
However, the place clearly held special meaning for the couple.
Just as they were about to enter, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up behind them.
Grant was the first to exit.
The couple greeted him, "Grant."
Grant merely nodded slightly.
As he was about to turn to assist his companion from the car, they all heard a rather unfriendly voice, "Mr. Scott, you're blocking my way. Would you mind moving your precious legs?"
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