Chapter 493
Thorne was buried in his work, barely acknowledging Moran’s presence. After
sitting there for a while and growing bored, Moran finally blurted out, “Forget it. I’ll just go find Granger.”
Without looking up, Thorne responded dryly, “And you think Granger has time for you?”
Moran fell silent.
As Thorne had predicted, when Moran arrived at The Harden Group, Granger was
indeed busy.
Seeing that he was being ignored yet again, Moran couldn’t help but say, “You must have time to grab lunch together, at least?”
Without pausing as he flipped through a stack of documents, Granger replied, “I have a lunch date. My mother set me up.”
Moran was speechless.
Still, the topic piqued his curiosity. “Your mother’s still setting you up on blind dates? What about the woman from the other day? Rumor has it that after meeting you, she’s been pursuing you relentlessly. Has she given up yet?”
Before Granger could answer, his assistant knocked and entered, holding a bouquet of flowers. She hesitated before saying, “Mr. Harden, these are from that lady who visited before. I couldn’t convince her to stop sending them, and I didn’t want to give the courier a hard time…”
Granger’s tone was cool. “Noted. You can do whatever you want with the flowers. That’s all.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once the assistant had left, Moran raised an eyebrow and grinned. “No news for a couple of days—I thought she’d finally given up. Guess not…”
He couldn’t resist pressing further. “Honestly, this Miss Yarrow has it all-looks, education, family background, personality. What exactly don’t you like about her?” Granger paused, glanced over with clear annoyance. “Did you come all the way here just to gossip?”
Moran laughed. “You’re only just realizing?”
“One more word and you’re out.”
“I’m serious!” Moran protested. “I’ve met Miss Yarrow-she’s genuinely impressive. You really don’t feel anything at all?”
Noticing Granger’s unimpressed stare, Moran hurried to add, “Look, you’re not getting any younger, and your mom’s concerns make sense. If Miss Yarrow isn’t your type, then tell me what are you looking for? Maybe I can introduce you—”
Granger set down his pen with a thud. “Say another word and I’ll have security throw you out.”
Moran shut up.
Granger looked about one second away from losing his patience completely. Not wanting to push his luck, Moran stood up. “So, no funch. But you’ve got to have time for dinner, right?”
“Not tonight.”
Moran frowned. “Wait, you’re not actually mad, are you?”
After a beat, Granger replied, “I have to stop by PrimeStar later. My evening’s booked.”
Moran assumed that meant Granger
would finish up his business, then
meet up with Stewart and the others
for dinner. Since it sounded like
actual work, Moran didn’t press further and left, still bored out of his mind.
Around three in the afternoon, Granger made his way to PrimeStar. When Charlene heard he’d arrived, she put aside her work and went to meet him.
As soon as Granger saw her, he stood up from the sofa almost immediately. “It’s been a while.”
Charlene nodded. “It has.”
It really had been a long time since they last saw each other.
Strictly speaking, there was no need for Granger to come in person for this meeting. But he’d taken the time anyway—just for a chance to see her.
Charlene hadn’t expected him to show up herself. Still, she didn’t read too much into it, assuming it simply meant he cared enough about their partnership to make an appearance.
Later, Gaylord Hearst found out Granger was at PrimeStar. He happened to need something from Charlene, so he headed to the meeting room to find her.
Granger had been chatting with Charlene, a rare, easy smile on his face. But the moment Gaylord walked in, the smile faded a notch.
Gaylord’s gaze was equally frosty as he looked at Granger.
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But considering Charlene wasn’t officially divorced yet, and both he and Granger had feelings for her, there wasn’t much point in posturing. Gaylord turned his attention to Charlene and gat straight to business.