She glared at him fiercely, and Evelyn Clayton punched the man’s chest hard, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
James Grant’s eyes darkened slightly, and he bent over gently, his thin lips close to Evelyn Clayton’s ear.
"You might not yet understand the seriousness of the situation. Director Grant always stays in a private booth, which only entertains male guests. If you want to come in with me, you’d better be in uniform."
Evelyn instinctively tightened the collar of her shirt, standing there, slightly hesitant.
She desperately wanted to find out to whom her blood had been given. It was a matter of great significance, even involving the cause of her father’s death.
With this in mind, Evelyn gritted her teeth and quickly followed James Grant.
Down the straight corridor. At the end, they turned left and entered a room resembling a lounge.
James Grant was evidently familiar with the place.
He casually picked out a bunny-girl outfit from the rack and tossed it in front of Evelyn.
"This one will do. It suits you."
Furious, Evelyn held the scanty cloth pieces in front of her, her chest heaving violently. She directly threw the outfit back at the man’s head.
"You’re doing this on purpose. If you want it worn, wear it yourself."
The man smirked, pulling down the cloth from his head and holding it in his hand.
"Don’t like it? There’s also a maid outfit. I don’t mind if you want to try them all."
Left with no choice, Evelyn walked into the fitting room.
She dawdled inside for about half an hour before appearing again in front of James Grant.
James Grant had been dozing off, but upon seeing Evelyn’s outfit, he felt a rush of blood to his head.
Evelyn stood before him, her figure voluptuous with curves in all the right places.
The tiny pieces of cloth only covered the most crucial spots.
Most tantalizing was the bunny hairband on her head and the small fluffy tail at her backside.
James Grant’s throat tightened, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.
He had to admit, once again, Evelyn’s beauty had caught him off guard.
"This suits you well. At home, you should always dress ."
Evelyn coldly tossed the clothes at the man’s head.
"You’re dreaming. I’ve already changed, let’s not waste time."
It was Evelyn’s first time wearing something so revealing, she felt somewhat uncomfortable, her walk a bit awkward.
She wanted to look at the door with the code lock.
But the next second, she only heard a scream.
James Grant acted quickly and aggressively.
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With just one scream, her mouth and nose were immediately covered.
The man’s callused palm pressed against her red lips, and she felt the temperature between them rise rapidly.
The scant fabric was already barely decent.
With this little tussle, Evelyn’s face turned even redder with shame.
James Grant’s mind was overwhelmed with possessiveness. This beauty should belong solely to him, contained within the confines of his grasp.
Thinking of other men’s blatantly gazing eyes on her, he felt an urge to kill.
Even though Evelyn seemed at a disadvantage now, she could always find an opportunity for a comeback.
Like at this moment, she slightly extended her pink tongue, gently licking the man’s palm.
As if electrocuted, James instinctively wanted to clench his fist.
That move had already lost him the game.
With a swift turn, Evelyn was already several steps away.
Once she was in a safe range, she slightly raised her eyes, full of defiance.
"Director Grant, your tactics really are outdated."
James Grant, mocked by her ridicule, wasn’t angry.
"Indeed, your progress has been much more significant."