Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 56: Noah Grant Says Ian Kane Is Emotionally Manipulating Her

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Noah Grant Says Ian Kane Is Emotionally Manipulating Her

Vera Sheridan’s cheeks couldn’t help but grow warm, and she quickly greeted politely, "Senior Grant!"

The man outside the door, dressed in a casual suit, carrying a briefcase, stood in the dappled light and shadow cast by the towering trees. His features were handsome and profound, exuding a masculine aura.

He slightly curled his lips, "Ian Kane’s not here?"

"He’s fishing by the pond at the back of the house. Come in first," Vera said with a smile, stepping aside to invite him.

The plain, cream-colored qipao outlined her graceful figure, as she stood dignified and poised by the wooden door, exuding an elegance of Eastern classical beauty.

Noah Grant ascended the stone steps, "That guy is fishing like Jiang Taigong."

— The willing ones take the bait.

Vera frowned, "Senior, I don’t quite understand what you mean."

Noah Grant paused beside her, gesturing for her to go first.

"You’re the guest, please!" Vera responded politely.

Noah Grant smiled and stopped declining, "Now the Kane Group is a mess. I mean, that old man Kane wants Old Master Kane to personally come and invite him back."

And he wants that old man to willingly fall for his tricks.

Noah Grant was well aware that Ian Kane had been using a static approach to counteract his grandfather’s moves these days.

And by doing so, he had also managed to charm Vera completely.

Vera realized, "So, the old master has asked you to come as a mediator since he’s too proud to ask his grandson himself."

Moreover, someone he always favored and oppressed.

If it weren’t absolutely necessary, Old Master Kane wouldn’t have handed over the company control to Ian Kane.

Noah Grant grinned, "I came to deliver a legal notice for him."

Surprised, Vera asked, "Is it very serious?"

Worried for Ian Kane.

Noah Grant raised an eyebrow, "Vera, you’re oversimplifying him."

Vera looked puzzled.

Noah Grant said nothing more.

Feeling uneasy, Vera led him to the pavilion to sit, brew tea, and chat while waiting for Ian Kane to return.

"I heard from Professor Donovan that he wants you to develop at The National Ballet?" Noah Grant said after taking a sip of freshly picked West Lake Longjing tea, asking Vera.

Wendy Donovan is his aunt.

"Yes, there’s an open recruitment for ballet dancers nationwide early next month. Professor Donovan wants me to apply as an instructor," Vera said in a warm voice.

Noah Grant looked at her, "With your ability and qualifications, you’ll definitely be fine."

Vera’s tea-pouring motion halted for a moment, "Veridia is too far away, I still want to prioritize family."

She hadn’t even mentioned this to Ian Kane.

Noah Grant nodded, "However, this is a good opportunity for your career to rise. Staying in Ardendale, there’s no room left for advancement."

Vera thought, she had almost no standing left in the Ardendale Dance Troupe.

The National Ballet connects internationally, allowing her to continue instructing, choreographing, or serving as an artistic director, staying vibrant within the industry.

Of course, she was tempted.

She couldn’t help but seriously look at the calm man across from her, in a brief moment, it felt like being back in university, where whatever this senior said always seemed credible and reliable.

Like an elder giving her guidance.

Noah Grant put down his tea cup, inadvertently catching her gaze.

The warm breeze gently lifted a stray strand of hair beside her cheek, brushing her pink lips...

A subtle emotion floated between them in the air. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Ian Kane entered wearing a fisherman’s hat, carrying his fishing gear, seeing this scene.

In the pavilion, the two who once had mutual affections, exchanged gazes, with a thread of ambiguity.

The man clenched the fishing rod, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his jawline tightened into sharp contours, as he cleared his throat and walked towards them.

Seeing him, Vera immediately stood up to greet him, "Senior Grant is here."

Ian Kane’s eyelids slightly narrowed, with a faint smile, "How long have you been here, Barrister Grant?"

Noah Grant remained properly seated, checking his watch, teasing him, "Half an hour, while you relax in the wilderness like a free spirit."

"Yes, living in seclusion with my wife like this is a blessing!" Ian Kane wrapped his arm around Vera, smiling, "What were you just talking about?"

Vera casually replied, "About The National Ballet. I hadn’t mentioned it to you before. Professor Donovan had contacted me, wanting me to take her place."

Ian Kane’s eyes instantly darkened, holding Vera tighter, and raised his lips, "No need to go, enduring such trouble with an injured foot, while we’re happily together, we can’t bear the distance."

Vera knew he wouldn’t agree.

Noah Grant stayed composed, sipping his tea, without responding.

Vera, "I’ll go and help Uncle Warren prepare lunch, you two talk."

Ian Kane released her, pulled out a chair and sat down, picking up the teapot to pour tea, "Old Man Grant, don’t use those resignation regulations to force me back. I can afford the penalty and compensation."

Noah Grant’s visit was within his expectation.

Noah Grant snorted coldly, "Can’t your family infighting avoid dragging it to the social level? Creating scandalous rumors, entering the fray personally, lowering the stock price, then bottom fishing, all your moves have increased your shares and won Elder Kane over, but how many shareholders have lost everything behind this?"

Ian Kane skimmed off the tea leaves, chuckling lightly, "There are risks in the stock market, invest with caution, if you dare to come in, you have to be able to play, what’s it got to do with me?"

"Smoking is harmful, yet tobacco companies still make a fortune."

Noah Grant was stunned for a moment, then quickly snorted, sarcastically, "I thought you had some conscience as a businessman, with some sense of social responsibility, turns out you’re just a big capitalist."

"You overestimated." Ian Kane poured him more tea, "Business is war, I have to survive... unlike you, Barrister Grant, who grew up steeped in the ideal world of fairness and justice."

Noah Grant came from a family of lawyers; while he was reading ’The Spirit of the Laws’ in the courthouse family quarters, Ian Kane was flipping through ’Capital’ in a marginalized villa at the Kane Family’s southwest corner.

While Noah Grant was in university volunteering legal aid to migrant workers for their wages, Ian Kane had already agreed that ’compassion is the best noose to hang a capitalist.’

Two worlds, two value systems.

"Your operations within legal boundaries, I have nothing to say. But, playing mind games and calculating opponents aside, Vera is your lover, you’re even calculating her, is that appropriate?" Noah Grant said sternly.

As he spoke, he glimpsed from the corner of his eye the slender figure behind the hydrangea, deliberately raising his voice.

This was his real purpose in coming.

Ian Kane frowned, "What have I calculated about her?"

Noah Grant, "Clearly it was all a plan, yet you pretend to be the loving saint with nothing but her, making her soften and return!"

"Old Man Kane, dare you say, aren’t you emotionally manipulating her?"

In the garden, Vera clearly heard Noah Grant’s words, she immediately stopped, hiding behind a Chinese snow hydrangea.

Noah Grant said that Ian Kane was emotionally manipulating her.