Nina Donovan frowned.
It had only been one day, and things had already gotten this bad.
Seeing Mr. Donovan's worried expression, Nina Donovan cleared her throat. "Dad, I know who the mastermind behind this is."
Mr. Donovan looked at her in surprise. "Who?"
"Leon Grant and Elliot Prescott."
Mr. Donovan was shocked when the name "Leon Grant" came from Nina Donovan's lips.
"You mean the Grant family? How is that possible!"
Mrs. Donovan froze. "You're talking about that Grant boy?"
"No wonder, no wonder..." she mumbled. "No wonder they proposed a marriage alliance, and when I tried to ask Mrs. Grant to meet these past two days, she kept making excuses about being too busy. So that's what it was."
Her face flushed with anger. "What do they mean by acting one way to our faces and another behind our backs? Is it that no one wants our daughter, that we have to desperately chase after that Grant boy? Old Donovan, don't have any more dealings with the Grant family from now on."
