Chapter 171 Sowing Discord
Grace and Joshua both turned around in unison.
Myron Curtis approached with measured steps, his tall silhouette closing in. He carried himself with an air of outstanding poise and a detached nobility that seemed both far-reaching and lingering, an icy chill reminiscent of mountain glaciers.
With his back to the light and his face shadowed, the warmth of the morning sun did little to soften the chilly aura that surrounded him.
His inherent aristocratic aura, coupled with a cold that seeped into the bone, was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
Grace's forehead creased in concern.
It had been months since their last encounter, and as his sister, it was only proper to greet him. Yet she felt a reluctant tug at her heart as she slightly parted her red lips to speak.
"Big..."
Before she could finish saying "Brother," a cool fragrance whisked by her.
Myron Curtis did not pause for a moment.
He simply passed them by as if Grace and Joshua were transparent figures to him.
Watching Myron's figure enter the living room, Grace clenched her well-manicured fingers tightly, the bright red polish standing out starkly against her palm.
Without any pretense of politeness, Joshua sneered with a raw, gravelly voice. "Still trying to greet him? You think he'd even give you a second glance?"
Grace looked down, disdainfully retorting, "That's rich coming from someone as useless as you."
"You even lost your position in the company. Just wait and see how our parents deal with you."
With that, she strode arrogantly inside on her high heels.
Grace took a seat across from Myron Curtis.
"So, am I invisible to you now?"
Myron Curtis lifted his sharp gaze, his dark, impenetrable eyes revealing nothing as he casually opened his thin lips, "A few months apart, and you don't even call me 'brother'?"
A twitch tugged at Grace's mouth. Compared to Joshua's brutish idiocy, she knew when to be flexible.
"Big brother, I did try to call out to you. You're the one who ignored me."
"If I ignored you, you should have called out again," Myron Curtis stated matter-of-factly.
Grace gave a noncommittal laugh. She picked up the teapot to pour herself a cup of tea.
However, before her fingers could graze the cup, another hand effortlessly swept it up first, taking a sip.
A sharp throb pulsed at Grace's temple.
"I've heard big brother recently got married, to a breathtakingly beautiful wife..."
Myron Curtis hummed in acknowledgment.
"Then you'd better watch out, big brother. Such an attractive woman could easily be led astray by others. And considering your scars, Mrs. Luann probably keeps her distance," Grace said unsparingly, believing she had struck a nerve.
After all, who marred by scars would enjoy such remarks?
Yet, facing her provocation, ...
Myron Curtis only said, "You're overthinking it."
Grace's legs lifted slowly, her gorgeous red dress fluttering upwards, tracing a beautiful curve.
She crossed her legs and sat back, striking an elegant pose.
"Hey, I'm not overthinking anything."
"Just last night, I saw Luann with that popular singer, Nicholas, you know."
"That Nicholas is pretty talented. His songs are good, and he's easy on the eyes, too."
"Shoot, it's not just Luann; even I'm a bit smitten."
Grace knew full well that Myron Curtis must have already been aware of this tidbit.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have abruptly intervened and spoiled her show in progress.
But what of it?
Luann Weaver staying out all night and meeting with men was a fact.
To a man as ruthless and suspicious as Myron Curtis, who also doubted others based on their looks, this news was the perfect catalyst.
Sure enough, Myron Curtis fell silent.
Seeing his silence, Grace's lips curled into a smug smile.
Much later, Myron Curtis slightly parted his lips and said, "It seems you've forgotten your manners after being away for so long."
Grace didn't bat an eyelid.
"But I feel she doesn't deserve to be my sister-in-law."
"How can my sister-in-law roam around late at night?"
"Right, big brother?"
Finally, Myron Curtis lifted his sharp gaze and truly looked at her.
The cold hidden in his eyes was something no warmth could ever melt.
"Do you want to lose more shows?" he asked.
Confronted with Myron Curtis's clear threat, Grace laughed instead of getting angry.
"Is big brother throwing a tantrum?"
"I've heard the men flocking around Luann Weaver are plenty."
"Ah, yes, her ex-boyfriend, Wilber Gilbert."
"They dated for two years. Wilber Gilbert is quite the catch himself. That relationship must hold a special place in Luann Weaver's heart, a bright spot she can't erase, huh?"
"It’s quite the shame. If Juliet Weaver, Mrs. Luann’s sister, hadn’t meddled, Luann might very well be married to Wilber Gilbert by now."
"Grandma really shouldn’t have gone to such lengths to arrange your marriage."
Despite Grace's relentless provocation, Myron Curtis remained stoic.
He knew that there was no longer any connection between Luann Weaver and Wilber Gilbert.
Watching Myron Curtis remain unfazed, a slight frown appeared between Grace's eyebrows.
What's going on? Doesn't Myron have any feelings for Luann? Or did he marry her just for show? Any other man would be bothered by this situation.
Myron spoke calmly. "If I can't trust her even this much, then what's the point of being married?"
"Grace, your tactics... are rather dull."
Myron was unswayed by the provocations of outsiders. Sure, he could get jealous, but that didn't mean he'd distrust Luann.
Grace didn't anticipate Myron to be so impervious. Just then, a somewhat aged cough echoed down from the staircase. Myron and Grace both stood up in respect.
"Grandpa."
Vito Curtis, leaning on his cane, was assisted slowly down the stairs. "Grace, what brings you home so early? I was thinking about throwing you a celebration in a couple of days."
With a slight upturn of her lips and a touch of gratitude on her face, though trying not to seem too proud, her heart was bubbling with joy. "Grandpa, it's just a nomination, there's nothing much to celebrate."
Vito Curtis patted her hand gently. "Don’t be too modest, I’ve watched you work your way up in the entertainment industry over the years. You’ve earned it."
"Then I thank you, Grandpa." Vito Curtis nodded.
"How long are you staying this time around?"
Grace smiled softly, "I'll be here for quite a while. The movie I’m about to start shooting takes place in Upper West Side, so I won't be leaving anytime soon."
