The fallen Shawn Grant looked at South Grant, his forehead slick with cold sweat from the pain.
"Just you wait. If I don't destroy both you sisters, then I'm not Shawn Grant! The day the whole Grant Family finds out you're a girl is the day you're all kicked out!"
The Grant Family held very serious male-preference traditions. Once they found out South Grant was a girl, coupled with Seth being a mute fool, the shares left by Ian Grant would certainly be swallowed by the other branches.
"Before we're kicked out, I'll finish you off first!" South Grant viciously kicked Shawn Grant in the groin.
Afterwards, South Grant took out a phone and played the previously recorded content for Shawn Grant to hear.
"What do you think everyone will say when I release this video to all kinds of media, about you molesting an underage girl, and your own niece, no less? What will they think of you, Third Master Grant?"
At this moment, South Grant's short hair was slightly messy, yet she exuded a sense of lazy nobility.
His features were exceedingly attractive, with narrow eyes, and as his thin lips slightly curled, a cold light flickered in his eyes.
Even though they looked the same as Fiona Grant, they were completely different in aura.
"Sis... no, this can't get out, or my life is finished..." Fiona Grant cried, attempting to snatch the phone from South Grant's hand.
South Grant cast a cold glance at her, and Fiona Grant paused, terrified by that look.
What happened to her sister? Why was she looking at her like that?
How had she become so different?
"Don't get cocky. You two think you can fight me? No way! Even if you give it to the media, it won't work. The Grant Family won't let such a scandal become public. They'll just spend some money to settle it." Shawn Grant said arrogantly.
The media always cater to the highest bidder. There's no news the Grant Family can't buy if the price is right.
The Grant Family is in the entertainment industry; they know all the tricks.
"Oh, really?" South Grant's smile deepened.
South Grant's eyes were like obsidian, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised, under her high nose bridge, her lips were exceedingly sexy.
The curve of her lips deepened, her smile infused with a bit of unruly mischief, but within that mischief was hidden danger.
"What if I hand this video over to the police? Do you know what charges molesting an underage girl carries?"
At this moment, Shawn Grant seemed to forget she was a girl, only sensing that the South Grant before him emanated an indescribable aura.
Underneath this aura was a deadly temptation.
Shawn Grant felt his mouth dry, and his throat tightened.
South Grant instantly saw through Shawn Grant's mindset toward her. Her face darkened, and she delivered another kick to his groin.
Hearing him howl in agony, South Grant coolly sat aside.
"You're courting death!" Shawn Grant wheezed in pain.
"If today's events or my identity get leaked, Shawn Grant, we'll see who survives then." South Grant's noble voice carried cold detachment.
"Hand over the video, and I promise not to trouble you sisters again." Shawn Grant said through gritted teeth.
"Do you take me for a three-year-old?" South Grant looked at Shawn Grant as if he were a moron.
Realizing he couldn't fool her, Shawn Grant gritted his teeth and said: "Fine, if anyone finds out about this video, you'll be in for it!"