Chapter 138: Chapter 138

"For Dr. Grant, this matter is a mere trifle. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-floor pagoda. Does Dr. Grant really intend to sit idly by?"

The middle-aged man pushed another set of documents in front of Miles Grant, who opened it and his pupils slightly contracted. This second document was quite a shock to him.

"This is my token of gratitude for your life-saving skills, Dr. Grant."

Inside was a contract concerning a business collaboration with the Grant Group for the second half of the year, involving amounts that comprised most of the Grant Group’s revenue.

Miles Grant’s expression wasn’t too pleasant. That pie falling from the sky wasn’t so easy to eat.

He pushed the document back with a smile and shook his head, "I’ve already seen the previous case; I’m not the attending physician for the day after. It seems I can’t help you with this matter."

"Is such a small thing really that difficult for Dr. Grant?" The man spoke unhurriedly, casually tapping his fingers on the tabletop.

"He’s our group’s largest shareholder, and you’re the city’s best doctor. If you could perform the surgery, it would be best, considering his existence... it’s vital to the entire group’s business."

The man’s voice carried deep meaning at the end, and the benefits he laid out were very tempting, so much so that even someone as experienced as Miles Grant had to admit how alluring the second contract was.

The benefits from this contract were even greater than cooperation with the Lawson Group.

The man lowered his head, frowning, eyes filled with struggle.

The middle-aged man was in no hurry, as if he had predicted Miles Grant’s decision, "You’ve seen my sincerity, haven’t you? It’s very earnest. Can you really not take over the surgery?"

Miles Grant’s well-defined fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, once, twice, three times...

His deep-set eyes constantly changed expression, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with amusement. Clasping the second contract in his hand, his mouth curled into a smile, "In that case, I’ll lend you a helping hand."

"I knew a doctor like Dr. Grant wouldn’t ignore someone in a life-and-death situation."

The two locked eyes, a deep smile in their gaze that sent chills down one’s spine.

Sean Carter packed up the prepared files, checked them three times to make sure there was nothing missing, and finally sighed in relief.

Sienna Quinn turned her head to look at Sean Carter’s absent-minded expression and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "Why the face? Haven’t you clinched deals before? I’ve never seen you this nervous."

"Nervous? Please, don’t joke!" Sean Carter snorted coldly, crossing his arms and lifting his chin high.

Sienna Quinn pursed her lips, her gaze slowly drifting from Sean Carter’s face to his trembling legs, which betrayed him.

Feeling the woman’s gaze, Sean Carter’s expression shifted slightly. Despite his experiences, today’s meeting was unlike any other.

Evan Quinn was always Sienna’s beloved, and only by securing this deal could Landon Lawson give up custody, allowing Sienna to worry no more about Evan being taken away.

The greater the responsibility, the greater the fear. Sienna couldn’t afford to lose this battle.

Hector Warren and Chloe Langley lifted their heads, nodding solemnly at Sienna Quinn, "President Quinn, all the figures have been checked thoroughly; no issues whatsoever."

"Good, now let’s wait for the final showdown!"

Sienna Quinn took a deep breath. The day of the final meeting had finally arrived, and her partnership with HR Group had been maturing for some time; it was time to witness the final fruits.

Axel Yates pushed open the door, looked at the prepared crowd, and smiled warmly at Vera Yates, "It seems everyone’s ready and confident."

Sienna Quinn lifted her chin proudly, her confident gaze infecting everyone present, "Of course, I said I would definitely seal this deal."

Seeing her confident little face, the man smirked, with rich laughter in his gaze.

He waved grandly to everyone, exuding a rare boldness.

"If we clinch this deal today, everyone’s year-end bonus doubles!"

Axel Yates’ words instantly caused an uproar, stirring everyone’s enthusiasm. With everything prepared, the group headed off to the agreed location for the meeting.

Landon Lawson sat in his office, a contract spread on the table—it was the bet between him and Sienna.

As long as Landon won, Sienna would obediently resign from the Yates Group, and if she wanted to work, she could join the Lawson Group. Conversely, if Sienna secured the deal, he would give up the fight for Chloe’s custody. No matter who, they’d have to bear the corresponding consequences.

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Landon Lawson snapped up and looked at Nolan Shaw standing before him, his gaze revealing displeasure, "Can’t you knock automatically?"

"President Lawson... I knocked, you know." Nolan Shaw said somewhat helplessly. He had just been knocking for quite a while, but Landon didn’t hear a thing, even when he came inside.

He had been staring at the paper on the table, and Nolan Shaw, standing on tiptoes, glimpsed the text, which made him speak with concern, "President Lawson, the last design proposal..."

"Don’t bring it up!" Landon Lawson’s voice was icy, with an indifferent aura that seemed to brush off everything, even the crucial HR Group meeting this afternoon, causing no ripple.

Hearing Landon’s reply, Nolan got nervous, "President Lawson, this involves the HR Group collaboration, with all the directors watching. If you suddenly withdraw, they won’t agree." Nolan was anxious, having discerned from Landon’s response that the man had already made up his mind and seemed inclined to go easy on Sienna.

Going easy could have consequences, ones difficult for even Landon to handle.

Landon frowned, his gaze showing displeasure, "Who’s the boss—you or I?"

Nolan was taken aback, quickly responded, "Of course, it’s you!"

"Good to know, then. Do as I say." Landon squinted, exuding a frigid aura that made him unapproachable. Nolan initially wanted to advise him further but swallowed his words faced with Landon’s icy demeanor.

Nolan walked to the door, turned to see Landon still in a daze, contemplated, took a deep breath, and mustered the courage to say, "President Lawson, don’t you want President Quinn to resign and bring the young master back to your side?"

Landon’s unwavering gaze softened as he looked at the lipstick-marked fingerprint Sienna had left, "This is what I owe the mother and son; I suppose this is the way to make amends to them."