Claimed by the Crown Heir novel Chapter 71

Alistair Howard reached out to pull the woman into his arms, but grasped empty air.

He opened his sharp, predatory eyes; the little woman was already gone.

He habitually grabbed his phone and glanced at it.

On the screen was a message Vanessa Grant had sent half an hour ago.

Reading the contents, he let out a dark chuckle.

No wonder Vanessa had been so passionate and proactive last night; she just wanted to repay the favor and clear the slate.

This woman changed faces faster than turning a page, using him and tossing him aside without a second thought.

His phone rang suddenly. It was the main estate.

"Grandpa?"

"Are you back yet?"

"Just got back. Is something wrong?"

"I arranged for you to formally meet the Grant girl tomorrow night."

You haven't even officially met the person I picked out for you. How does that look?

Alistair understood instantly.

She had been in such a rush to cut ties with him because she was going to her arranged marriage meeting.

He just wondered what kind of spectacular expression she would make when she realized her fiancé was him.

"Got it."

He toyed with the phone, his gaze turning somber as he recalled her scorching heat and softness from the night before.

Nine o'clock, Grant Enterprises conference room.

The executives took their seats, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

George Grant surveyed the room, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Starting today, Vanessa will serve as Vice President. Her words directly represent mine. I expect everyone's full cooperation."

The room instantly erupted in an uproar.

Max immediately distributed the documents to everyone.

"This is the proposal Vanessa drafted herself, along with the exclusive agency contract signed personally by Elena Vane, the President of Vittini Asia-Pacific."

Dead silence fell over the room.

After reviewing the documents, the way they looked at Vanessa completely changed.

"George, Vanessa has always been brilliant. This proposal is impeccably written, reminiscent of your own style back in the day."

Theodore Thorne, a company veteran who had built the empire alongside George, had always adored Vanessa. He spoke up with a smile, his eyes full of praise.

"Theodore, I'm not even half as good as Vanessa. With one move, she landed a project I racked my brains over and still couldn't get."

George surveyed the room, his tone ironclad. "Does anyone else have an objection? If not, this meeting is adjourned."

Harvey Huntington immediately spoke up in a deep voice. "George, even if Vanessa got lucky this time, she lacks experience. Her resume is too thin. She's far less steady and perceptive than Giselle. If you ask me, the Vice President position should go to Giselle."

"Lucky?" Theodore sneered. "Why don't you try getting lucky like this for me to see! Who was just preaching about valuing ability? Now that Vanessa has secured our most crucial year-end project, you're suddenly unhappy?"

He turned to Giselle. "Giselle, are you willing to concede defeat?"