Chapter 222: Chapter 220: Where Are You Going?

Quinn White’s eyes widened in shock.

’Hadn’t Mia Grant said Silas Grant knew nothing about this blind date?’

’Or is he just trying to trick me?’

Quinn White remained calm, her eyes quickly scanning the man’s features, trying to spot a crack in his facade.

But sitting across from her was an old fox who had navigated the business world for years with ease, never letting his emotions show.

Meeting her probing gaze, Silas Grant knew exactly what she was thinking.

"She’s the one who sent you here tonight."

The man’s tone was certain.

"Tonight, you wore clothes in a color I like and brought up topics I enjoy."

Quinn White forced a smile. "Mr. Grant, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Silas Grant nodded, not at all annoyed, and continued, "Your smile tonight feels deliberately imitated."

"It’s not very natural. Including the one you have on right now."

"..." Quinn White’s breath hitched, the smile freezing on her lips.

Silas Grant let out a slow breath. "The kid is being mischievous. Please don’t take offense, Miss White. I’ll be sure to correct her when I get back."

"Thank you for coming tonight, Miss White. As for the marriage alliance, it ends here."

With that, the man slowly rose, preparing to leave.

Quinn White snapped back to reality and immediately shot to her feet.

The chair scraped harshly against the floor, making a piercing sound.

"Silas Grant! What is the meaning of this! Are you two siblings playing me for a fool? You..."

Hearing this, the man turned back, a sudden smile on his face. "So you have met."

"!" Quinn White’s eyes flew open. "You..."

"I wasn’t entirely certain at first."

The man’s voice was flat as he said, "Thank you."

The rapid click-clack of high heels sounded from behind as Quinn White caught up and blocked his path.

"Since you already know, fine. Yes, we met. But so what? You need a marriage alliance anyway, and marrying me is your best option!"

"Didn’t the old master demand you marry immediately?! Do you have any better choices right now?!"

"Or are you pinning your hopes on Carla Sinclair? Because her face resembles Mia Grant’s?"

Quinn White’s smile was stiff. "Don’t even think about it. Mia Grant just sent me a message. She just met with Carla Sinclair, and she has no chance. It’s impossible for you two."

Silas Grant was still smiling, his eyes and tone like those of a detached observer. "Is she only choosing between you and Carla Sinclair?"

"She picked three suitable marriage candidates for you. Iris Cameron, whom you met two days ago, was one of them! And she said I was the most suitable for you!"

Silas Grant seemed to be trying to recall which person this "Iris Cameron" she mentioned was.

A moment later, he nodded slowly, apparently having remembered something.

"So she chose three. She really went to a lot of trouble."

The man’s dark eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses, but the curve of his lips remained.

"Did she tell you herself that we’re siblings?"

Quinn White gritted her teeth. "Yes. I don’t want anyone interfering in my marriage, and she agreed to cut off all contact with you."

"If she can be so detached, why can’t you?"

"The old master would never agree to you two being together."

"If you’re holding out hope, thinking you can keep her on the side after we’re married, you’re mistaken."

"She said it herself. She won’t stay."

"Doing that would be an insult to her as well."

Silas Grant nodded. "Miss White, I’m glad our values align. I completely agree with what you’ve said."

"Then why are you still..."

"I never said I wanted her to become someone who must be hidden away."

"Why would I do that?" the man’s voice was low. "I do intend to keep her by my side, but not like that."

"I do want to keep her all to myself, but not because her identity or our relationship would become fodder for gossip and criticism."

"Never mind that we are only siblings in name."

Silas Grant continued, "Even if we were, so what?"

"..." Quinn White was stunned. She took a couple of sharp breaths, finding it hard to believe the shocking words she had just heard.

"Do you have any idea what you’re saying?"

"I did have a drink earlier, but I’m not drunk."

"Wh-what do you mean? Didn’t you promise the old master..."

"I only agreed to go on blind dates and get married. I never agreed to a marriage alliance."

"Any other questions?"

His tone was exactly like Mia Grant’s that day.

’No, that’s not right. It should be that Mia is like him.’

They weren’t blood-related siblings, but their expressions and tones right now were so incredibly similar.

"It seems not."

"I apologize for taking up your entire evening, Miss White. The partnership with Shenlyn Plaza is yours."

Quinn White’s eyes reddened as she sneered, "What is this? Compensation? Or hush money?"

Silas Grant corrected her, "A token of my gratitude."

"The kid is mischievous and loves to lie. If it weren’t for you, Miss White, it would have been very difficult to catch her so soon."

"..."

Staring at the man’s departing figure, Quinn White clenched her fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms.

The persistent stinging pain did nothing to bring her to her senses. On the verge of a breakdown, she yelled, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell everyone?! If I tell the old master, do you think you two still have a chance?!"

"You have the right to choose any outlet you see fit. Of course..." The man turned sideways, casting a cold glance at her. "The prerequisite is that you must be prepared to pay the price for your actions."

"You’re not a child anymore. You should understand the concept of taking responsibility."

"You have more than just yourself to worry about."

"..."

Only after his figure disappeared from sight did Quinn White finally break down and cry.

She randomly grabbed a piece of cutlery from the table and threw it to the ground.

Looking at the shattered pieces on the floor, she gave a bitter laugh.

’This is the only way I can vent my anger.’

Silas Grant wasn’t afraid she would expose this at all. He had even predicted she would help keep it a secret.

His words just now were a threat.

If she went to the old master, the entire White Family would become sacrificial lambs in this bloody struggle in the near future.

Quinn White collapsed weakly back into her chair.

She had thought that by handling Mia Grant, she could handle Silas Grant.

Even if Silas Grant didn’t like her now.

After they were married...

’He’ll eventually come to see my worth.’

But she had forgotten—if feelings could truly develop over time, she wouldn’t still be waiting now.

「At the He Residence.」

Mia Grant stepped into the elevator and couldn’t help but yawn again.

Simon Adler pressed the button for their floor, watching her reflection in the polished doors. She was leaning lazily against the side, looking like she was about to fall asleep on her feet.

"Did you not sleep last night?"

"Huh?" Snapping out of her daze, Mia Grant nodded. "Sort of."

"Don’t tell me it was because of Yates Donovan."

"Men shouldn’t be so gossipy. You might go impotent."

"..."

Simon Adler’s face darkened.

The elevator doors opened, and Mia Grant walked out first, ignoring him as she opened her door to go back to her room and sleep.

SLAM! The door shut behind her.

The moment she was inside, Mia Grant’s steps faltered.

Her half-closed, drooping eyelids slowly lifted.

The room was pitch-black.

But...

’There’s the smell of smoke.’

She leaned against the door, not daring to move. Her panicked gaze swept the room until it finally landed on a small, crimson glow, flaring and dimming in one spot.

’Someone’s here!!!’

Mia Grant nearly cried out, her hand behind her back immediately gripping the doorknob.

Before she could push it open, a slightly hoarse, deep voice came from across the room.

"Where are you going?"