Mr. CEO, You Look Strangely Familiar

Before she could finish, Mr. Grant shot her a look and scoffed, ”I knew I shouldn’t have brought you here!”

”I’m just telling the truth.”

Seeing she was still talking, Mr. Grant got angry and roared, ”Get back home, now!”

His words made Mrs. Grant, who was always rather domineering, feel as though she had lost all her dignity.

”You...”

It was the first time her husband had ever yelled at her like this, and Mrs. Grant found it incredibly humiliating.

”I refuse to go back!”

Quentin Grant stood up, wiped his mouth, and tossed his napkin into the trash can.

”If you’re going to make a scene, do it in your own home. There’s no need to bring it to someone else’s.”

Mrs. Grant’s face fell. ”Let’s go home.”

She turned her head and happened to see the two little Grant treasures walking in from outside. One look at the children’s faces and Mrs. Grant knew just how foolish her earlier words had been.

Anyone could see just how much the two children resembled Quentin Grant.

They were practically mini-versions of Quentin Grant. If they weren’t his children, then pigs could fly.

”Mommy, Daddy!”

”Huh? Who’s this?” Elmer Grant asked, blinking innocently, though he already knew the answer.

Nora Ainsworth stood up, led the two children over, and pointed to Mr. Grant. ”Come on, little ones. This is Grandpa.”

The two darlings showed off their excellent, top-notch upbringing.

”Hello, Grandpa!” the two little tykes called out in unison.

Mr. Grant’s face lit up, so happy he was at a loss for words. ”Ah! My grandsons! Two of them! Come, let Grandpa hold you!”

The two darlings obediently went over, and Mr. Grant picked them up, one in each arm, positively thrilled.

Mrs. Grant stood to the side, a sour feeling in her heart. She huffed, ”You’d think they’d know to call out to me.”

Nora Ainsworth, of course, knew what she was thinking. With a pleasant smile, she said good-naturedly, ”Little ones, this is Grandma.”

Unexpectedly, the two darlings seemed to share a thought and didn’t say a word.

Mrs. Grant had been waiting expectantly for the two to call out to her, but she was left disappointed.

”Mommy, I read online that grandmas don’t like mommies and their babies. If that’s the case, we shouldn’t like her either, right?”

Hearing this, Mrs. Grant was astonished. ’He’s this little and he can go online?’

She immediately said, ”That stuff online is all made up! Grandma never said she doesn’t like you, did she?” she said, trying to defend herself.

”But you don’t like Mommy. If you don’t like our mommy, then you don’t like us,” Elmer Grant retorted in his innocent, childish voice.

Mrs. Grant was speechless.

Her expression was extremely awkward.

She had no choice but to force herself to say, ”Who said that? That’s nonsense! How could I possibly dislike your mommy? Right, Nora?”

The last part was said through slightly gritted teeth, as if daring Nora Ainsworth to disagree, making it clear she wouldn’t take it well.

Nora Ainsworth was a smart woman. She wasn’t about to confront Mrs. Grant directly right now. She turned to her boys and said, ”That’s not true. Your grandma used to be very good to Mommy.”

Only then did Elmer Grant and Dylan Grant reluctantly squeeze out a greeting: ”Hello, Grandma.”

”Yes! Wonderful, wonderful!” she answered, her voice blooming with delight.

Nora Ainsworth and Quentin Grant exchanged a look. They shared a tacit understanding: the battle with Mrs. Grant would be a long one, but they weren’t afraid—they knew they would win.

”Let’s go home,” Mrs. Grant said. Perhaps because the children were present, or perhaps because she wanted to project the image of a kind, loving grandmother, her voice was much softer, and there was even a hint of a smile on her face.

Nora Ainsworth nodded. After she and Quentin Grant said their goodbyes to the Ellsworth family, they got in the car to head back.

In the car, Mr. and Mrs. Grant sat in the back with the two children. Nora Ainsworth sat in the front passenger seat while Quentin Grant drove.

Nora Ainsworth heard Mrs. Grant’s voice from the back. ”Have you two been given names yet?”

Immediately, Dylan uttered two words: ”Dylan Grant.”

Elmer Grant said with a grin, ”My name is Elmer Grant.”

Hearing that the children had the Grant surname, Mrs. Grant seemed to approve and nodded. ”How old are you?”

”A little over two,” Dylan answered politely, showing his good upbringing.

Mrs. Grant mentally checked the timeline again, carefully and seriously. ’A coincidence,’ she thought, then asked, ”Have you had a good life these past two years?”

Elmer jumped in to answer first. ”Of course not! Mommy had to work as an extra every day for very little pay, and she even got slapped. And people always called us fatherless bastards. But... it’s okay now. Mommy’s career is starting to take off, and she’s with Daddy again. I just don’t know if, like in Snow White, there’s going to be a wicked witch who’s always trying to destroy the family we just managed to bring back together.”

Mrs. Grant’s face soured. She was a little shocked. ’How can such a young child know so much?’

Quentin Grant glanced at Nora Ainsworth beside him. With his left hand on the steering wheel, he tightly gripped her hand with his right.

Mr. Grant said, filled with guilt, ”Grandpa won’t let things like that happen again. Don’t you worry, little ones.”

The car soon pulled up to the gates of the Grant Residence.

They all got out of the car and walked into the Grant Residence compound.

Just as they entered the living room, the one person Nora Ainsworth didn’t want to see appeared before her.

Quentin Grant said coldly, ”Why haven’t you gotten lost yet?”

Mr. Grant said awkwardly, ”It was your mother...”

”I insisted she stay,” Mrs. Grant admitted freely. ”Even if she’s done something wrong, she’s still young. To know your faults and be able to change is the greatest virtue.”

Catherine Callahan’s breath caught in her throat when she suddenly saw them return. It felt as if they had appeared before her when she was completely unprepared.

She stood up, a flash of iciness in her eyes.

Then she smiled. ”Godfather, Godmother, why didn’t you tell me Quentin was coming back? Is this...” Her smiling face froze as she stared at the two identical twins. A terrifying realization churned in her mind. ’Are these his children?!’

Mrs. Grant said, ”Oh, these are Quentin’s children.”

It was obvious who the children’s biological mother was.

”You really are good at keeping secrets... The children are already so big... And to think you put on that whole show of breaking up when you were already pregnant...”

Nora Ainsworth was not one to be outdone. She would never just swallow her pride and let someone like Catherine Callahan walk all over her.

”But of course. Otherwise, I would have been the one to suffer after being framed by certain malicious people back home. Unlike some, who are so calculating they’ll stop at nothing to achieve their goals, even using a child.”

Catherine Callahan scoffed. She was already on edge, and Nora Ainsworth’s words made her emotions flare.

”Nora Ainsworth, didn’t you just sell your pathetic body to...”

Before she could finish, Elmer Grant yelled in his childish voice, ”You bad woman, haven’t you said enough!”

Catherine Callahan looked down at him. ”Your mom’s the bad woman. A bitch, a fucking bitch.”

Dylan Grant’s little face was taut. He pulled a gun from his clothes and shot it right at her.