'Better not waste any more time.'
Once in the car, Mia Grant breathed a sigh of relief.
That sentence was undoubtedly a message for Yael Donovan. In Portia, let alone the current project bid, Yael would have no more opportunities in the future.
As long as he, Silas Grant, was alive, the winning company would never be the Donovan Family.
It was a brutal show of force.
Especially at the end. Yael Donovan had probably instructed his assistant beforehand to gloss things over if the situation escalated.
He likely planned to claim that he, Yael Donovan, had been her rescuer tonight.
But thankfully, he was cut off.
"Was that really my brother's intention?" Mia Grant couldn't help but ask.
In the passenger seat, the man who had just backed her up nodded, his face cold. "Yes, Miss."
"Mr. Grant will investigate the details and the truth of the matter himself."
