On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 161: Kneel and Kowtow to Me, and I’ll Tell You

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Kneel and Kowtow to Me, and I’ll Tell You

"Let me go with you."

As soon as Sebastian Forrest hung up, I felt uneasy and wanted to tag along.

Judging by how hostile they were on the phone, I was afraid they’d start fighting the moment they saw each other.

"What? Are you really afraid I’ll fight him?" Sebastian Forrest stroked my hair with his large hand. "Don’t worry. He can’t beat me."

"..."

Seeing I was still worried, Sebastian Forrest reassured me, "You know how stubborn that guy Theodore Grant is. If I don’t deliberately provoke him, I probably won’t get anything out of him."

I knew that, of course.

But in my opinion, simply provoking Theodore Grant wouldn’t be enough to get any information out of him.

"I should still go with you."

"Fine by me." Sebastian Forrest’s lips curved into a brilliant smile. "Then when I’m beating him up later, you can be right there cheering me on."

"..."

...

Stepping into the Theo Group building again after several months, I was struck by an absurd feeling, as if a lifetime had passed.

Even though I don’t know anything about business management, I could tell that the Grant Corporation was now in a precarious state. The atmosphere was restless, and everyone’s nerves seemed stretched to the breaking point.

"Theodore Grant must be at his wit’s end right now." As soon as we entered the elevator, Sebastian Forrest leaned in and whispered in my ear with a soft chuckle.

I instinctively lowered my gaze. I knew a little about what was happening with the Grant Group, of course.

Back then, the Grant Corporation and Vincent Lombard were so deeply intertwined that tearing them apart was bound to be a bloody mess.

Besides, with an old fox as cunning as Vincent Lombard, he must have laid traps for Theodore Grant in the shadows long ago.

The Grant Group was now teetering on the brink of collapse.

"He could have trusted anyone else, but he had to trust that old fox, Vincent Lombard," Sebastian Forrest sneered.

I pressed my lips together and said nothing. During my two years with the Grant Family, I had endured plenty of harsh criticism from Vincent Lombard. It was mainly because he was Theodore Grant’s benefactor, and on top of that, Hailey Langley had always been interested in him, hoping to forge a closer bond through marriage...

But—

In the end, they suffered a double loss.

Now, the Grant Family had become the laughingstock of all Kington.

Just as my mind was wandering, the elevator doors opened with a DING.

When his assistant, Noah Brown, saw Sebastian Forrest walk out of the elevator with his arm around me, his expression seemed to go blank for a second. He quickly composed himself and hurried over to greet us. "Master Forrest, what brings you here?"

"I’m here to see Theodore Grant."

"President Grant isn’t in..."

But Sebastian Forrest pushed Noah Brown aside. "What do you mean, not in? He just asked me to come over..."

"Master Forrest..."

Noah Brown instinctively tried to block him.

"Let him in." Just then, Theodore Grant’s deep voice came from the office.

Sebastian Forrest shot Noah Brown a smirk, then took my hand and pushed open the door to Theodore Grant’s office.

Theodore Grant was sitting in his chair. When he saw me, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his expression returned to normal so quickly you’d think you’d imagined it.

The moment he entered, Sebastian Forrest sprawled casually on the sofa. I knew he was doing it on purpose to provoke Theodore Grant, so I sat down beside him.

"I hear the Grant Group is about to go bankrupt?"

With just one sentence, Theodore Grant’s expression darkened even more.

Beside us, Noah Brown pressed his lips together, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He looked incredibly anxious.

But Sebastian Forrest acted as if he didn’t even notice Theodore Grant’s grim face. He casually flipped through a magazine in front of him, then tapped the coffee table a few times. "You have guests, but not even a cup of hot tea? Looks like you really are going bankrupt."

But Theodore Grant suddenly smiled. He glanced at Noah Brown. "Bring one cup of hot tea and one glass of plain water."

"Yes, President Grant."

The smile on Sebastian Forrest’s face faded slightly. He had clearly realized the glass of plain water Theodore Grant ordered was for me.

Watching them lock eyes from across the room, the tension was palpable. It felt as if the very air had grown heavy.

"So, what did you come to see me about?" Theodore Grant spoke first.

Sebastian Forrest sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You’re the one behind what happened to Donovan Joyce, aren’t you?"

I looked at Sebastian Forrest in surprise. I hadn’t expected him to be so direct.

"Donovan Joyce?" A chill flickered in Theodore Grant’s eyes. "What about him?"

"Don’t play dumb. This kind of torturous method is exactly your style." Sebastian Forrest’s lips curved slightly, but there was no mirth in his smile. "What kind of deep-seated hatred would make you act so cruelly?"

Donovan Joyce was now basically a vegetable.

It was no different from killing him.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Theodore Grant’s expression was impassive, betraying nothing.

I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

’I knew before we came that with Theodore Grant’s usual cunning, he would never leave a trace of evidence for anyone to find.’

’If he didn’t want to admit it, no one would be able to get a single word out of him.’

"Can’t remember?" The smile on Sebastian Forrest’s face vanished. "Then let me help you refresh your memory."

"The doctors diagnosed that Donovan Joyce’s psychosis was caused by an injection of a neurotoxic drug. As it happens, a pharmaceutical company under the Grant Group has produced that very drug."

Theodore Grant let out a cold laugh. "And that’s it?"

Sebastian Forrest didn’t answer, retorting with a question of his own. "When you had Donovan Joyce try to persuade Chelsea to remarry you, you must have used both threats and promises, right? But you failed in the end. So, you flew into a rage out of humiliation and took all your anger out on Donovan Joyce..."

But before he could finish, Theodore Grant cut him off coldly. "It’s only been a few days. Your talent for making up stories seems to have grown."

"Whether it’s a story or the truth, you know best."

Sebastian Forrest stared at Theodore Grant and continued, "I am a bit curious, though. How exactly did you convince Donovan Joyce to help you? You must have had some kind of leverage on him, right?"

At these words, Theodore Grant’s brow twitched slightly. But when he saw the curve of Sebastian Forrest’s lips, he quickly realized the other man was trying to trick him into talking.

"What? You want to know?" Theodore Grant was perfectly composed. "Then get on your knees and kowtow to me, and I’ll tell you."

I couldn’t help but frown. ’That’s going too far!’

But I also knew Theodore Grant was deliberately provoking Sebastian Forrest, trying to regain control of the conversation.

But Sebastian Forrest stood up abruptly, a smirk on his face as he looked at Theodore Grant. "Kneel and kowtow, is it? I’ll just wait for the Grant Group to go bankrupt at the end of the month and see how many times you’ll kowtow to me!"

"Honey, let’s go."

I quickly took his hand and stood up.

’I didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to leave.’

"You should worry about yourself! I’m afraid your little research company is the one that’s about to go under!" Theodore Grant’s voice was low, laced with suppressed fury.

But Sebastian Forrest didn’t even look back. He just gave a dismissive wave and led me out of the office.

I was worried there might be cameras everywhere, so I waited until we were in the car before I dared to ask, "Why did we leave so soon? You didn’t get the answers you wanted!"

Sebastian Forrest smiled, his lips curving. "Oh, but I did."