Chapter 346: Donna Russo's Fingers Clenched Tightly Around the Hem of Her Janitor Uniform

Donna Russo's fingers clenched tightly around the hem of her janitor uniform.

Trevor Russo's forehead glistened with sweat as his shifty eyes darted down the hallway.

"Show me your employee badges." The assistant's voice turned sharp. "Or I'll call security immediately."

Donna suddenly ripped off her mask, revealing a sneer. "Cut the act! Get Grant Holloway out here!"

Trevor immediately straightened up. "Yeah! We have business with Mr. Holloway. Who do you think you are to stop us?"

Just as the assistant reached for the intercom, the conference room door swung open.

"Mr. Holloway..." The assistant exhaled in relief.

Grant approached with measured steps, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders under the office lights. His gaze swept over the imposters before lingering on Donna's face.

"Carry on." He nodded to his assistant.

The moment the office door opened, Donna barged in with her son in tow, heads held high.

Grant studied the pair with detached calm.

The woman's crow's feet betrayed her calculating nature, thin lips pressed into a tight line. Though well-maintained, her sharp features undermined what might have been attractive.

Trevor resembled a street thug, his gold chain swaying with every movement.

Donna was sizing up Grant too.

The man was even more handsome than she'd imagined, his diamond-studded watch nearly blinding her. She licked her lips greedily before suddenly shrieking:

"So you're the one who made my daughter miscarry? Think you can play with people's feelings just because you're rich?"

Trevor immediately chimed in: "My sister's in the hospital right now! You're gonna pay for this!"

Grant leisurely unbuttoned his suit jacket and settled into his leather chair.

"Continue."

Donna bristled at his indifference. "Don't think your money makes you untouchable! We'll sue you into the ground!"

"Yeah!" Trevor slammed the desk. "We'll ruin your reputation!"

An eerie silence fell over the office.

Grant's long fingers tapped the polished wood surface.

"Name your price."