Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 93: Vera Sheridan Moves Into the Grant Residence

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Vera Sheridan Moves Into the Grant Residence

What was termed as a suggestion was actually a warning to Ian Kane.

Because of his personal affairs, he had planted a significant bomb for their interest group, and Kane Crowe was displeased.

Ian paused slightly while lighting a cigarette, and in the next second, he forcefully flicked the wheel, the flame leaping into his abyss-like dark eyes.

The man remained silent, smoking the cigarette by himself.

His aura was so cold that even Jasper Crowe, truly the prince of The Capital Circle, felt a bit intimidated.

Ian Kane was labeled a "hero" because he was fierce, cunning, domineering, and unscrupulous.

Provoking him would also be a significant threat to the Crowe Family.

Jasper Crowe accompanied with a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, "Kane, the old man is thinking about your personal interests. This marriage is harmful rather than beneficial to you, isn’t it?"

"Moreover, Vera Sheridan’s nature is as pure as a snow lotus on a high mountain, she can’t tolerate even a speck of impurity in marriage, unlike my own, who never questions my indulgences in the outside world."

"The two of you don’t share the same values, she is unlikely to turn back, so why insist?"

"Why not marry a gentle wife who will be compliant with you? With your conditions, those princesses in The Capital Circle are yours to choose from."

Ian Kane bit on the cigarette butt, raised his chin, and looked at him, "Do you prefer maidservants to serve you tea and inquire after you, or someone like Empress Wu Zetian?"

Jasper Crowe was slightly taken aback, pondering the meaning of his words.

— He compared Vera to an untameable woman.

Jasper Crowe took the ashtray, tapped the cigarette ash, and mused, "The ones I like... I have many that I like!"

"Can I disregard the big picture and do whatever I want?"

Ian Kane tugged at the corner of his mouth, extinguished the cigarette, and took a document from the briefcase beside him, handing it to Jasper Crowe, speaking with certainty, "I can."

Jasper Crowe opened the file, which was surprisingly the contract for a multi-country natural gas transport project in Norheim.

He smiled, "Kane, when did you quietly secure this?"

Once this project is implemented, they won’t have to worry about a bad environment for the next ten years.

Ian Kane tapped his knee absently with his long fingers, not answering him directly, "I want it so that Vera cannot leave, and secondly, make sure to retain The Glimmer Garden of Smokefall Mountain."

This project was initially intended to be his means of strengthening his capital, but now, without bringing it out, the Crowe father and son wouldn’t help him wholeheartedly, only weighing the pros and cons and being passive.

The essence of the power game is the exchange of chips.

Jasper Crowe certainly knew that this project was deliberately kept as a "trump card" by Ian Kane, and he truly was crazy, willing to pay a huge price to keep Vera!

"Kane, I will try my best to persuade the old man to go all out, you know he is never one to make enemies easily in his dealings."

Ian Kane knew these were just pleasantries.

Kane Crowe would go all out.

He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another drink.

Jasper Crowe frowned and snatched the bottle away, "Stop drinking, go to the hospital and rest for a few days. Old Man Kane, you know we understand it’s not easy for you, the old man also considers you half a son. If there’s anything troubling your heart, keep in touch with us more often."

Initially, when Kiera Crowe was infatuated with him, Kane Crowe was also willing to take him as a "prince-in-law," binding him deeply, but Ian Kane was unwilling.

He wanted to control his life according to his own will.

Ian Kane didn’t believe that the Crowe father and son had any affection for him, even Kiera Crowe, it was just an unsettling desire that couldn’t be satiated.

Jasper Crowe’s car headed straight for the hospital.

He insisted on having Ian Kane admitted to a hospital room.

...

After sending Owen Sheridan back to the apartment, Vera Sheridan took Noah Grant’s car back to the old townhouse Maeve Holloway rented. In the alley, they were approached by Aunty Callahan downstairs, mentioning last night’s incident. Only then did Noah Grant realize Ian Kane had harassed her last night.

In the old-fashioned alley, Vera Sheridan and Noah Grant walked towards the staircase shoulder to shoulder while the neighbors cast glances, sizing up the well-dressed, distinguished Noah Grant.

"Vera, the residents here are complicated. The old-style townhouse isn’t safe either. To prevent Ian Kane from harassing you again, you’d better move out," Noah Grant said seriously.

Vera nodded, "I booked a five-star hotel and planned to move there."

Noah Grant raised an eyebrow, "Do you think a hotel would be safe? Can it keep him away?"

Vera was stunned.

In the narrow stairwell, they fell into silence.

After a while, Noah Grant spoke, "How about this, you move to Old Madam Grant’s place. After the Hawthorne Family banquet last time, she’s been thinking of you. If you go there, it’ll be mutual support."

Vera’s eyes lit up. She also liked Old Madam Grant, but her heart was full of deep consideration.

She’s a married woman now; would moving into The Grant Family be a bad influence on them?

Noah Grant noticed her hesitating, "The old mansion used to be the staff quarters for court members, with strict security. Now, only Old Madam Grant and a few servants live there."

"You’re like an old friend to her. Staying with her is just like staying with Maeve, so you don’t need to overthink it."

Vera Sheridan felt reassured upon hearing that Old Madam Grant lived there alone, and she nodded to him.

The two went upstairs, and Noah Grant waited gentlemanly outside the door while she packed her luggage.

Maeve wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow.

...

As soon as Old Madam Grant saw Vera, her eyes lit up with joy, and a smile spread across her face. In her eyes, this girl was like an unpolished gem—beautiful, smart, and sensitive to emotions, knowledgeable about the world yet untouched by its vulgarities.

In her memory, the time spent sipping tea by the stove in the garden and discussing "Dream of the Red Chamber" were cherished moments of her later years.

Noah Grant was considerate, remembering that Vera’s foot was still healing, and did not assign her to the familiar old guest room on the third floor but rather settled her in the bedroom on the first floor, west end.

The early summer breeze carried warmth, and upon opening the carved wooden window, the rich scent of gardenias rushed in on the wind, instantly filling the entire room.

This fragrance seemed like an invisible key, unlocking Vera’s long-buried memories with a gentle click.

In a daze, she felt as if she had returned to that midsummer, sitting by the desk in front of the window of this mansion.

At that time, the charming Second Young Master Grant was patiently explaining difficult calculus problems to her.

The scent of gardenias mixed with his clean and fresh fragrance made her heart flustered, causing her to frequently write incorrect answers, making him repeat his explanations over and over.

A faint, elusive smile tugged at the corners of Vera’s lips as she gently shook her head, pulling her thoughts back from the distant past.

She was packing up her simple luggage when she heard the sound of a car engine gradually fading away outside the window—Noah Grant had left.

As dusk fell, warm yellow lights flickered on in the old mansion.

Vera and Old Madam Grant had just taken their seats in the dining room, where the silver cutlery gleamed warmly in the candlelight, ready to enjoy an exquisite dinner.

Just then, the familiar sound of an engine approached from afar, finally stopping outside the courtyard.

Noah Grant’s figure appeared once more at the door, holding a nondescript bag of medicine.

Slightly surprised, Vera rose to greet him, "Senior? You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?"

Noah Grant’s expression remained calm as he answered with a simple "hmm," though his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than usual.

She had changed into an indigo silk qipao, her hair loosely swept up, with light makeup accentuating her swan-like neck, her figure appearing even more graceful and exquisite under the soft light.

"I thought the spray was running low, so I brought it over since I was passing by," he said in a flat tone, as if just handing over a document.

Vera was slightly stunned.

She had planned to call a courier later... she hadn’t expected him to remember.

Old Madam Grant glanced at the medicine bag in her grandson’s hand, then at the outstanding couple before her, her eyes filled with a knowing smile as she playfully dragged out her words:

"Oh—am I, this old woman, benefiting from Vera’s presence today? Our busy Second Young Master Grant, whom we usually can’t even invite over, has come to this old house of mine twice today, nearly wearing out the threshold!"

Vera was momentarily at a loss for words.

Noah Grant merely smiled slightly, not responding, as he calmly removed his tie and took off his crisp suit jacket, handing it to the waiting servant to hang up.

A place setting was added for him by the servant.

Noah Grant returned from washing his hands and his gaze swept over the dining table covered with a white tablecloth—

Exquisite Western dishes were prepared, the central candelabra’s warm flame flickering, silverware and crystal glasses reflecting a scattered glow.

"A candlelit dinner for Grandma and Vera, how elegant," he commented with a smile, his eyes passing over the equally sophisticated qipao and carefully applied light makeup on Old Madam Grant.

Old Madam Grant wore a face of reserved pride, like a little girl sharing a secret: "Of course, girls’ get-togethers must have a sense of ceremony!"

Noah Grant nodded in agreement and called the butler Uncle Zane to fetch some wine from the cellar.

...

After dinner, it was unclear when the rain had started falling gently outside, raindrops tapping softly on the wide banana leaves.

Noah Grant accompanied Old Madam Grant and Vera in playing two rounds of Go in the living room, the sound of stones placed on the sycamore board was clear and pleasant.

As the game concluded, he looked up at the heavy rain outside, seemingly about to leave.

Vera, seeing this, showed concern, "Senior, the rain is heavy, and you’ve been drinking. Let Uncle Zane drive you, okay?"

Old Madam Grant was pondering over the board, but upon hearing this, she replied without looking up, "There’s no need to leave! The rain is so heavy that it’s unsafe on the road. We have plenty of rooms at home, stay and play a couple more games with this old lady!"

She picked up a white piece with a dissatisfied hum, "Vera, you be my strategist; I refuse to believe we can’t beat this young one!"

Old Madam Grant was indeed reluctant to let go of this rare lively atmosphere.