The wait felt like an eternity.
At least, that's how it felt for Yvette Grant.
In the lounge area, Shirley Thorne was slumped against Ethan Grant as if she didn't have a bone in her body, covering her mouth to yawn from time to time.
Ethan Grant let her lean on him, his expression calm and unbothered. When a few people occasionally came over to curry favor, he would respond with a nod.
In short, just by looking at the couple's behavior, you wouldn't sense even a tiny bit of anxiety about their impending 'crash and burn'.
This, in turn, made Yvette Grant extremely nervous.
She frantically reviewed her plan in her mind, finding no flaws or omissions. Besides, Uncle Grant was also involved in this art exhibition affair. With her own father providing another layer of assurance, there shouldn't be any problems in theory.
In theory, there shouldn't be any problems...
Time ticked by, second by second, as Yvette Grant waited anxiously.
Soon, Ethan Grant's evidence arrived—
