Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Getting a Divorce, and You Still Have the Nerve to Call Her Wife?

"Fourth Brother, help me take my wife home."

Shane Grant scoffed. "Wife?"

He turned his head to look at his grandmother and father standing not far away.

They had just been saying:

"Alas, our wonderful granddaughter-in-law has slipped through our fingers."

"Indeed. Vincent Grant wasn’t fortunate enough to deserve her."

"Faye said she’s already given Vincent the divorce papers. You know, part of me wants Faye to escape Vincent as soon as possible, but another part is afraid of her leaving. That child... she’s so easy to love, but she also makes your heart ache."

The old man, his father, fell silent.

He was clearly reminded of his own messy marriage.

After a long moment, he finally said, "That boy... he doesn’t know how good he has it."

Shane Grant desperately wanted to ask Vincent Grant, ’You’re about to get divorced, and you still have the nerve to call her ’wife’?’

But seeing Lena Grant standing nearby, he held his tongue and simply said, "Got it."

Shane Grant just called out "Sis" to Lena Grant before speeding off after Sophia Shaw.

Lena Grant dialed Claire Grant’s number. "Claire, I overheard Grandma and Father tonight. Faye is divorcing Vincent. She initiated it and has already sent Vincent the divorce papers."

On the other end, Claire Grant murmured, "What a shame."

Lena Grant’s fingers tightened slightly.

’Yes, what a shame indeed.’

’True sincerity is the rarest thing in the world.’

’Not everyone is as lucky as Vincent Grant, to be dealt such a good hand in marriage.’

’But he just didn’t know how to cherish it and played his cards terribly.’

Vincent Grant finished his call and lowered his hand. His voice was flat as he asked, "Jack Holloway, how many years have you been with me?"

Jack Holloway thought back carefully. "I started with you in the fall after I graduated. It’s been eight years."

He had begun working for Vincent Grant two years before he got married.

He had witnessed his deep feelings for Joanna Sherman.

Vincent Grant grunted in acknowledgment. "You’re dismissed."

"President Grant, you’re in bad shape. You need to go to the hospital right away." Jack Holloway was getting anxious. "Let me take you to the hospital first."

Vincent Grant tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, grinding it out under the sole of his shoe.

"Eight years’ severance, at the highest salary rate. From now on, don’t bother coming back."

It was only then that Jack Holloway abruptly understood.

He was fired!

"President Grant..."

He wasn’t just a witness to Vincent Grant and Joanna Sherman’s relationship; he had been a loyal follower of Vincent Grant from the very beginning.

From when he first started his company to his current, immense wealth!

He had never thought of leaving the Grant Group, of leaving Vincent Grant to go anywhere else!

Jack Holloway couldn’t believe Vincent Grant’s decision. His heart hammered in his chest, and he was so panicked he didn’t know what to do.

All he could do was bow his head and apologize profusely. "I’m sorry, President Grant. I shouldn’t have taken matters into my own hands regarding Miss Shaw. But I had no selfish motives. I only wanted what was best for you."

"What gives you the right to decide what’s best for me?" Vincent Grant asked, his voice heavy.

His sharp gaze bored into Jack Holloway’s face, and the man could barely withstand it.

Over the years, Vincent Grant had given him his complete trust.

At first, he had been flattered and overwhelmed. Later, he slowly came to believe he was Vincent Grant’s spokesman. Eventually, he thought he could guess Vincent Grant’s thoughts and started making decisions for him!

He had made the one mistake a subordinate should never make: he overstepped his bounds!

Jack Holloway understood. He knew Vincent Grant would never give him another chance. His face was as white as a sheet, but he was too ashamed to beg for his job back.

He only said, "I’ll process my resignation tomorrow and will ensure a smooth handover to my successor. However, there is one thing... it’s a private matter of yours, President Grant."

"You asked me to help register Miss Shaw’s daughter. I found out she’s already been registered... under the household registration of President Levin Sawyer."

Jack Holloway had found this out a while ago but hadn’t told Vincent Grant, thinking it wasn’t that important.

"Registered under Levin Sawyer’s name?" Vincent Grant was so furious that a sharp pain shot through his back, causing cold sweat to bead on his forehead.

But then he started to laugh. "Sophia Shaw really knows how to piss me off!"

He started walking out, step by step. With each one, the wound on his back flared with pain.

Ignoring the pain, Vincent Grant dialed Sophia Shaw’s number.

She didn’t pick up.

He dialed again.

She rejected the call.

Sitting in the car, Sophia Shaw couldn’t figure out why Vincent Grant was calling her.

Whether it was to question her, berate her, or something else entirely, she didn’t want to answer.

She didn’t want to say a single word to him!

When Vincent Grant called for the third time, she added his number to her block list.

Shane Grant, driving one-handed, had a clear view of her every move in the passenger seat.

The corner of his mouth ticked up slightly. He spoke up, "Sister-in-law, are you really divorcing Vincent? You won’t regret it?"

"What is there to regret?" Sophia Shaw said quietly.

Her eyes were fixed on the road ahead, her clear, dark irises unblemished by any impurity.

Her tone was so nonchalant she could have been discussing the weather.

Seeing her like this, Shane Grant was suddenly reminded of when she had first married into the family, when Vincent Grant had brought her to the Grant Family estate to meet everyone.

The girl had been shy and timid, trailing behind Vincent Grant, not even daring to lift her head.

Their grandmother had pulled her into a card game with her sisters, but her beautiful, limpid eyes secretly followed Vincent Grant’s every move, and she played her hand abysmally.

The Grant Family was strict with Vincent Grant. The slightest misstep in his business would earn him punishment from his father and grandfather.

When his grandfather took a whip to him, one lash was enough to split his skin, no matter how tough he was.

Everyone else only dared to try and talk him down, but she... she had thrown herself in front of Vincent to shield him.

She was so scared her whole body was tense, her head pressed tightly against Vincent Grant’s back, but she held onto him for dear life and refused to let go.

If their grandfather’s whip had truly fallen, it could have broken her bones.

All the Grants used to say that Vincent Grant was a troublemaker, but he was blessed with good fortune.

He’d gotten a good wife.

As soon as the car reached the bustling downtown area, Sophia Shaw got out on her own.

As she left, she still said respectfully, "Fourth Brother, goodbye."

Shane Grant’s leisurely gaze followed her for a long time.

Until his phone rang.

Shane Grant answered. A familiar voice sounded in his ear. "Shane Grant, you’re not getting any younger. While I still have some breath left in me, you’d better hurry up and get married."

"What kind of girl do you like? I’ll have someone find one for you."

Shane Grant’s charming eyes curved into crescents. "Mom, I like girls like Sophia Shaw. Can you find one like her?"

"You bastard!"

...

"He still can’t get out?"

Yvonne Sherman stood outside her own jewelry boutique, looking opulent as she clutched a limited-edition Chanel handbag.

She held her phone to her ear, her diamond-encrusted nails glittering, exuding an air of aggressive wealth.

But the expression on her face was ugly.

Her usually well-maintained face even showed signs of collapse.

With Joanna Sherman still locked up, she hadn’t been eating or sleeping well and had grown quite haggard.

The lawyer on the other end of the line spoke up. "That’s right. The Judd Family is refusing to let up on Miss Sherman. They’ve also pulled some strings, and we..."

With Chad Jennings’s limited influence, he was no match for the Judd Family.

Yvonne Sherman gritted her teeth in fury.

"Who the hell do those Judds think they are! If Vincent Grant weren’t tied up, would they dare to pull this crap?"

"Go tell them that Vincent Grant will be out in a few days. If they know what’s good for them, they’ll release my daughter early. Otherwise, when Vincent gets out and isn’t happy, those Judds will be in for a world of hurt!"

"I’ve already conveyed that to them tactfully, but they said... they said Mr. Grant was reported by someone, and the Grant Family probably won’t be letting him out anytime soon! He can’t even fend for himself right now."

Yvonne Sherman was so shocked she felt dizzy. "How can that be!"

’I’ve been praying for him to get out, and now he’s been reported?’

"Who reported him?"

’Whoever dared to ruin my plans must have a death wish!’

"Levin Sawyer."

"Levin... Sawyer?" Yvonne Sherman was so stunned her body swayed violently. "Are you sure?"

’If it’s Levin Sawyer, then this is big trouble.’

’Her family couldn’t even go up against the Judd Family, let alone the Sawyer Family!’

"I’m sure," the lawyer said firmly. "Levin Sawyer’s lawyer called me personally and told me."

Yvonne Sherman: "..."

’That bastard!’

’Levin Sawyer is doing this just to spite me!’

’He’s bullying me so brazenly!’

’It’s infuriating!’

’I could just strangle him!’

But anger was just anger. Yvonne Sherman knew perfectly well that not only could she not strangle Levin Sawyer, she couldn’t even go up against him.

"Ms. Sherman, you’d better hurry and think of another plan. Once the case is settled and she’s sentenced, there will be no chance to turn things around," the lawyer said from his end.

"Time is of the essence."

"What’s the use of telling me time is of the essence!" Yvonne Sherman exploded. "I hired you to solve my problems! You haven’t solved anything, and now you’re rushing me? You’re useless!"

The lawyer: "..."

’If you’re so tough, you shouldn’t have committed the crime in the first place.’

’Committing a crime and then running your mouth... who do you think you are?’

’He’s a lawyer, not God Almighty. He can’t get the better of Levin Sawyer.’

Yvonne Sherman only hung up after she had vented most of her anger.

After her outburst, her mind gradually cleared.

She couldn’t rely on the lawyer for this matter. She had to find another way.

Yvonne Sherman looked up and happened to see Mrs. Sawyer sitting at a table with several other ladies outside the jewelry store across the street, chatting as they admired some jewels.