Clara Yates finished apologizing, and James Grant left with Evelyn Clayton.
Once they were gone, Lynn Yates’ face immediately darkened: "Clara Yates, I’m warning you for the last time, don’t go after Evelyn Clayton because of James Grant. You can’t afford to offend either of them!"
James Grant goes without saying, and Evelyn Clayton is not someone you can bully easily either.
If you just asked around a bit, you’d know that she’s no ordinary person.
Yet Clara Yates acts like a fool, insisting on making this stupid mistake!
"You’ve said it so many times already, I get it." Seeing Lynn Yates still staring at her, Clara Yates felt increasingly defiant but held back her anger. She shouted, "I’ll just stay far away from her from now on, okay?!"
"You better follow through with that!"
Lynn Yates knew her temper too well and couldn’t rest assured. After thinking for a while, she took out her phone and had Clara Yates’ bank card frozen.
The sky outside was perfectly clear.
Shielding her eyes with a hand, Evelyn Clayton shook her slightly sore neck.
"Where do you want to go later?" James Grant slightly moved his fingers, the car keys spun in a circle and returned to their original position.
Seeing no response from her, he suddenly changed the topic: "Why did you forgive her?"
After all the fuss, all he got was an insignificant apology.
For a businessman like James Grant, who’s out for gain in every deal, it was practically a loss-making transaction.
Being stared at unblinkingly by the man, Evelyn Clayton paused her steps for a moment and then turned sharply, heading towards the parking area. The most update n0vels are published on novel•fire.net
As she walked, she casually said, "There’s nothing worth talking about with her."
This wasn’t the truth.
Since she didn’t want to talk, James Grant didn’t pry further, opening the car door for Evelyn Clayton to get in.
While fastening Evelyn Clayton’s seatbelt, he spoke in a faint voice: "I’ve discussed with the Whitman Family to send Amber Whitman abroad; if nothing unexpected happens, she won’t have a chance to come back, so you should have some peace in the future."
To be honest, these words were a bit of a mood killer, diluting the ambiguous atmosphere created by close proximity.
Evelyn Clayton was taken aback and looked at the man with some surprise.
James Grant remained exceptionally calm, with no change visible in his expression. Evelyn Clayton simply withdrew her gaze.
She gave a nonchalant "Hmm."
It was very perfunctory.
James Grant raised an eyebrow, probing again: "Isn’t there anything else you want to say to me?"
"I don’t know." Evelyn Clayton was entirely soft except for a mouth that was as hard as iron: "She drugged me, but it ultimately stems from you, so holding Amber Whitman accountable is merely what you should have done."
The one who suffered was her, feeling like her body was coming apart, yet he expected her to thank him?
On the journey that followed, James Grant kept his mouth shut tight, willingly playing the role of chauffeur and dropping Evelyn Clayton off at the studio.
It was prime work time, but a sense of lethargy pervaded the studio.
Evelyn Clayton felt puzzled and walked over to Yara Reagan’s desk, tapping on the surface.
Yara Reagan was staring dazedly at the computer, with the open document largely blank, only a few letters with incorrect formatting visible at the top.
"Res... resignation letter?!" Evelyn Clayton was taken aback, looking at Yara Reagan with confusion: "Yara, what’s gotten into you, why do you want to resign?"
After speaking, she patted her head: "Wait, what resignation?"
They were co-founders in a startup, where was the talk of resignation?
Yara Reagan lifted her head, her expression listless: "Evelyn, I don’t want to continue anymore."