Winston Wolfe finally just sighed deeply and said nothing. South Grant, seeing this, knew he was apprehensive about South being associated with The Grant Family.

"Mr. Wood, did you have some disagreement with my second uncle?" South Grant asked Winston Wolfe, then South also sighed deeply and said:

"If my second uncle did anything wrong, please be generous and don’t argue with him. After all, without my father around, sometimes even if I speak, no one in The Wood Family would pay attention."

South Grant’s words made Winston Wolfe glance at him.

It was because of these words that Winston Wood and South Grant became closer.

"Uncle, I won’t hide it from you. This script he made me film wasn’t written by me at all. Early this year, I gave him one script, a complete military-themed one. He insisted on changing it to focus on romance. I didn’t change it, but who knew he had it altered without permission, turning the original script unrecognizably different, yet insisted on using my name. When I sought him out to reason, I found he’d already taken control of my Weibo and all my social media accounts. I couldn’t even voice my complaint; when I tried using secondary accounts, they got shut down by his PR. Last month, during his casting call, out of anger, I caused a scene. Not only did he throw me out, but he also sued me, claiming I’d violated the contract with the company and demanded compensation. Yesterday, the court forcibly repossessed my house. Today I gathered my materials—I’m going to sue him. I can’t believe there’s no place for justice in this world."

South Grant finally understood why the two of them had fallen out back then.

But Miles Grant had far-reaching influence, and Winston Wolfe was no match for him.

After a few years, he disappeared without a trace.

Now, with things resurfacing, South Grant knew she wouldn’t stand by and let it happen.

She was just thinking about dealing with Miles Grant, and heaven seemed to hand her a sword.

It was as if just when she wanted to sleep, someone brought her a pillow.

Winston Wolfe’s scripts have won multiple awards; he’s a true golden screenwriter. Now that Miles Grant is at odds with him, it’s truly a loss. Of course, South Grant wants to seize this opportunity.

Now! Aetherium is in the developmental stage, and if Winston Wolfe joins, it would truly be like adding wings to a tiger.

"Mr. Wood, I’ve often heard it said, ’Justice lives in people’s hearts.’ Thinking now, the world is so indifferent, who will give you justice? Justice is in the hands of the strong. Only by becoming strong can justice stand with you."

Winston Wolfe listened to South Grant’s words and was moved, but then his eyes dimmed.

"Now everything in the Grant Group is in Miles Grant’s hands. I don’t even have the qualification to fight him. It’s just an unwilling, futile struggle."

South Grant thought of Winston Wolfe’s past life, living in mediocrity with no achievements, guessing the distress he must feel now.

"Mr. Wood, do you trust me?" South Grant looked at Winston Wolfe with piercing eyes at this moment.

"You..." Winston Wolfe didn’t know what South Grant was going to say, but when he saw her eyes, he saw a familiar resilience.

Ian Grant was just like this.

"South, what do you want to do?" Winston Wolfe asked.

"Take back the Grant Group." South Grant parted her lips to utter those four words.

At this moment, Winston Wolfe was at the lowest point in his life, but hearing South Grant’s words seemed to ignite a light of life, illuminating his way forward.

"Uncle, I believe you!"