Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 

Southcliff Shire had a great environmental advantage, and if this plan was 

was implemented, it could potentially become a new landmark in Yardville, 

“Thank you for your hard work,” I praised Liam generously. After all, this plan fully capitalized on the strengths of Southcliff Slure, ensuring it wouldn’t lack profits. 

The only condition was that they had to successfully implement the plan. After carefully reviewing the proposal, Liam and I held a small meeting to make some 

revisions. 

Once we got it to a satisfactory state, it was nearly complete; the only thing left was to put the plan into action. 

While I was busy, a phone call ignited my frustration. “I have something to discuss with you regarding your grandmother.” Jack’s voice came through the line, “What is it? You can just say it over the phone,” I replied, busy and lacking the time to play guessing games. 

“If you want to know what your grandmother lett for you before she passed, come meet me at blendsmiths Cafe.” 

With that, he bure up. 

I thought that regardless of whether Grandma left me anything, I should check out what Jack was up to, given his tone. 

I arrived at the caté he mentioned. He was already seated, having ordered coffee in advance. The excitement and greed in his eyes were hard to conceal when he saw me. I took a seat but didn’t touch the coffer in front of me. 

Seeing I wasn’t drinking, Jack’s expression shatted. “It’s not easy getting you to come out.” His tone was filled with dissatisfaction 

I smiled and replied, “Everyone’s busy. If we have time, we’ll meet; if not, we won’t.” 

He snorted. “If it weren’t for your grandmother, you probably wouldn’t want to see me.” 

“You’re overthinking it.” Whether or not I met with Jack was my decision. 

This time, I was more concented about potential issues with the Wiley family that could affect my plans, which was why I made the effort to understand what Jack 

“If you want to know what your grandmother lett behind, it’ll cost you. It’s a cash–for–Info deal,” he said. 

I couldn’t help but be taken aback by his words. “Why on earth would 1 pay for something that might not even have any value?” 1 responded, genuinely astonished, He really was losing his grip. 

“How could you think that?” ite said incredulously, 

“JE It’s just something this small, I think it’s a waste of time. Goodbye,” I said, turning to leave. 

How could you be so heartless!” he shouted after me 

As I walked away, I felt indifferent. Whether I was heartless or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had no idea whether the heirloom he mentioned actually existed or not.