Latham hadn't been invited today, yet he had shown up with a gift anyway.
Although Claire didn't care for his gift, since he had given it, she couldn't exactly throw it back in his face.
"Claire, are you done with everything?"
Claire didn't know what Latham wanted, so she simply said she was still entertaining guests.
"The old man sitting at the main table today, is he your grandfather?" Latham opted for the direct approach.
He was afraid that if he didn't ask clearly, Claire would just brush him off.
This girl, Claire, had strung him along more than once or twice.
"Yeah, what about it?" Claire hadn't expected the old man to be recognized by Latham.
What, was Latham planning to shift his target onto Padgett?
If Dane wouldn't agree to it, Padgett was even less likely to agree.
Claire couldn't care less about the Churchill family's business, and the old man wouldn't get involved either.
He was already retired and had handed the company over to his successor, his grandson Phil. Even if Latham wanted to plot against him, it would be useless.
"He really is your grandfather? Your mother is Melissa?"
Latham's voice spiked with unmistakable excitement.
"Who my mother is isn't important. Do you need something?"
Claire's icy tone finally suppressed Latham's excitement, feeling as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head.
Right, did it matter who Claire's biological mother was?
Claire was already convinced that if he hadn't cheated, she never would have been switched.
In Claire's eyes, they were the malicious villains, and she was the victim.
Even if everyone else said she had enjoyed a life of luxury in the James family and was a beneficiary, she didn't see it that way, did she?
The James family had given her the best educational resources and the finest life.
Yet in the end, she only remembered the bad and none of the good.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. At least she was genuinely grateful to his mother, the bond between grandmother and granddaughter was stronger than blood.
"Do you know how powerful your grandfather is?" Latham suspected Claire was completely clueless.
Claire scoffed. "No matter how powerful he is, he's still just my grandfather, isn't he?"
Latham choked on his words. "...What I mean is, if you could just introduce us, Claire, the company might be saved."
The money he needed was just a drop in the bucket for the Churchill family.
Whether it was a loan or an investment, that money could keep the company running normally, giving him enough breathing room.
It might even save the Westside Heights Project.
But Claire hadn't breathed a single word of this, acting as if she never had this relative at all.
Claire was intentionally guarding against them, wasn't she?
"The company isn't mine either. I suggested to you before, Latham, that what you should do is your own business."
"I..." Latham still wanted to persuade Claire.
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I'm truly not interested in the company's shares."
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"By the same logic, I don't have the right to demand my grandfather help out, either."
"Your project is clearly a money pit, let alone the company. My grandfather is a businessman; he'll weigh the pros and cons."
"In business, favors don't mean much, so my words would be useless."