<h4>Chapter 286: A Private Conversation</h4>


    E’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Leah and Sean showing up only now? Perhaps the real drama was just beginning.


    "Nothing much, I’m heading back. This filthy ce, full of chaos, is unbearable," E said casually, her wordsced with subtle criticism of the Carter Group.


    Turning a club into such a mess surely required the finest talents and techniques, didn’t it?


    Sean’s expression darkened slightly, his cold eyes fixed on E.


    Mason, standing nearby, offered, "I’ll take you home."


    "Mason, you really are thick-skinned. Why don’t you escort Miss Leah back instead? I’m sure you two are quite pleased with how your little n turned out," E said with a lightugh. As if she couldn’t see right through them!


    Mason was just the kind of person who would pair up with someone like Leah, a textbook maniptor.


    Leah put on a hurt expression. "E, what do you mean? Even if you don’t like Mr. Scott, how can you drag me into this?"


    E scoffed, uninterested. Just then, Sean spoke up, "Miss Davis, I need to speak with you privately."


    Sean’s tone was calm, but firm.


    "Say it here," E responded tly.


    "This isn’t the ce. It’s about your Grandma Carter."


    E raised her eyebrows, staring deeply at Sean’sposed face. Logically, if he hadn’t known what had just happened, he would’ve rushed to check the scene. But his calm demeanor suggested he might be part of the n.


    These people were truly shameless!


    E chuckled. "Is there a secret about Grandma Carter?"


    "Come with me, and you’ll find out." Sean didn’t wait for her agreement, leading the way to an empty room next door.


    E arched an eyebrow, intrigued by whatever game Sean was trying to y.


    As she was about to follow him, Sean spoke again, "Leave your phone behind. I just want to have a quick word. And your bodyguards shouldn’te in."


    Richard couldn’t hold back hisughter, "What’s the matter, Old Mr. Carter? Worried E might record your dirty little secrets?"


    Sean cast Richard a cold nce. "This isn’t what you think."


    E’s lips curled again, but to Richard’s surprise, she handed her phone to the bodyguard without protest.


    "Are you sure you want to go in alone, ma’am?" the bodyguard asked, concerned.


    E shot a casual nce at Sean. "Rx. Old Mr. Carter may be worse than a beast at times, but with all these people around, he wouldn’t dare try anything."


    Her words nearly made Sean explode with rage, his eyes ring with anger. Leah quickly jumped in with her usual innocent act, "E, my grandfather is old. Please, don’t say such things and upset him."


    E shrugged. "I’m just speaking the truth."


    With that, she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Richard and the others anxiously watched the door, their worry growing.


    Mason’s eyes remained indifferent. Despite Sean’s disdain for E, he knew that Sean wouldn’t dare make a move in front of so many witnesses.


    "Mr. Scott, you must be shaken from earlier. Why don’t you rest over there while I make you some tea?" Leah offered with a smile.


    Mason shook his head lightly. "Let’s wait a bit."


    Leah’s heart skipped a beat, and she let out a coldugh. For all of Mason’s pride and aloofness, wasn’t he still relying on her in the end?


    Inside the private room, E sat calmly in front of Sean.


    The two sat face-to-face, with Sean scrutinizing her closely. E’s appearance indeed bore a resemnce to the younger Ava（Grandma Carter）. If the two were seated together, others might easily mistake them for sisters.


    "Say what you want," E said coolly, meeting Sean’s gaze. "If there’s any secret about Grandma Carter, go ahead and tell me."


    Sean chuckled softly. "Your Grandma Carter didn’t have any secrets. After she passed, all her clothes were thrown away, and her jewelry was sold off. Not a single thing was left for you—except for those cursed shares."


    With E’s phone left outside and no sign of any recording devices, Sean felt confident. After all, she had rushed here to save Chloe, so he assumed she wouldn’t have any hidden equipment.


    Sean knew E well, enough to believe he could be so brazen in his words.


    E looked coldly at the smug old man before her. She could hardly believe this was her grandfather. Blood ties didn’t matter—he clearly wished she were gone.


    "Well, that’s no surprise. You’ve regressed to the point where you’re worse than an animal. Why would I expect you to keep anything of Grandma Carter’s?" E’s sharp tongue gave Sean no advantage, her words biting just as harshly as his.


    Sean’s face grew dark. "Hmph! You wild girl, don’t think insulting me will make me angry. You’re still far from running apany with just your words."


    E nodded, unfazed. "Don’t worry about that. I already have Mr. Nelson as a partner, which is far better than relying on an old man like you."


    "You... You dare give him the shares?"


    "Why wouldn’t I?" E’s expression was icy. "Did you really think you could still get Grandma Carter’s shares into your hands? What a joke! Have you forgotten how you treated her?"


    Sean scoffed. "Let bygones be bygones, E. I’m willing to buy those shares from you."


    Ah, now we’re getting to the point.


    "Sorry, but I don’t need the money. No matter how much you offer, I’m not selling," E said indifferently.


    "You... you ungrateful child!"


    Sean leaped up, angrily banging his cane against the floor.


    "I’d rather be rebellious than be someone as despicable as you, Old Mr. Carter. But I’ll tell you what—if you can find my uncle, I’ll dly hand the shares over to him."


    E was only testing him with thisment.


    "Rubbish! That person was dealt with a long time ago. What are you talking about? Your uncle is right here in Carter Group!" Sean’s expression faltered, though he forced a coldugh.


    "Don’t bother pretending. There’s no one recording us, and no one can hear our conversation. Even if you admit it now, it won’t matter. No one would believe me if I told them anyway," E saidzily.


    "What will it take for you to hand over the shares?" Sean’s calm facade was crumbling. Bringing back that son of his? What a joke. Sean never considered that child his real son—he only ever loved Julia.


    "Give them back to you? Sure, if you bring my real uncle home and give him his share of thepany, I’ll return mine to him!" E sneered.


    Sean suddenly stood up, his face twisted in anger. He swung his fist, mming it down hard!