As a brawl broke out over there, the scene instantly descended into chaos.
The cries of women and shouts of men mingled together.
The place, once indulgent and decadent, instantly transformed into something akin to a living Purgatory.
In the confusion, Evelyn Clayton was pushed out of the battle zone by James Grant.
Soon, the two were separated by the rampaging crowd.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to leave just like that, leaving James Grant behind would undoubtedly be a death sentence.
Just as she was feeling distressed, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The next second, she was pulled into a relatively quiet corner.
Looking up, Evelyn Clayton saw Matthew Sullivan standing opposite her, the man looking down at her with a smug expression in his eyes.
Gazing at Evelyn Clayton dressed in a bunny girl outfit, Matthew’s eyes darkened.
He directly reached out and placed a hand on Evelyn Clayton’s shoulder, the cool touch and her smooth skin made it irresistible.
She lowered her head slightly, looking as if she was about to kiss Evelyn’s lips.
The next second, with a slap, a hand landed directly on his face.
Five fingerprints appeared on Matthew Sullivan’s conceitedly handsome face, and he was instantly furious.
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"Even without a mirror, you should take a good look at yourself!"
These words clearly enraged Matthew, his eyebrows and eyes showing a near pathological madness as he forcefully gripped Evelyn’s throat.
"Do you know everything I did today was for you? For the dignity that had been trampled underfoot!"
The suffocating feeling surged in like a mountain, and Evelyn used all her strength to pry open the man’s large hand on her neck.
She raised her hand to slap him again, but the man directly grabbed her wrist.
Their eyes locked, the tension palpable.
"Do you really think you deserve it? You’re doing all this to satisfy the darkest, most sordid part of yourself, don’t drag me into it. What you’re doing now is truly disgusting!"
Matthew’s face turned pale, his fists clenched tightly, the next second he seemed ready to go down together with Evelyn.
But in Evelyn’s eyes, there wasn’t the slightest hint of fear.
She knew this man all too well, he was nothing more than a paper tiger, utterly incapable.
"If I’m not mistaken, today’s setup was also your doing, right? But the outcome is still uncertain, don’t celebrate too soon. If Uncle Grant knows the newly appointed CEO showed up at a private casino, do you think your position is still secure?"
Strike where it hurts.
With just a few words, Evelyn had completely defeated Matthew. He gritted his teeth in hatred and glared at her fiercely.
With that, Matthew fled in panic.
Evelyn chuckled coldly and turned towards the crowd.
The urgent matter was to quickly find James Grant.
But the entire club was excessively noisy, and as far as the eye could see, there was no sign of James Grant.
This club was definitely not a place to stay for long, she had to escape first and figure things out afterwards.
Evelyn draped the coat she had brought in earlier over herself, barely concealing the endless allure, and slipped out the main door.
Outside was a different world.
The night breeze was mild, the moonlight clear.
A chill enveloped her, and she instinctively wrapped her coat tighter around herself.
She hadn’t walked far before she heard shouting not far away.
She didn’t know who it was, so she didn’t approach immediately, instead kept her distance and watched.
She saw a tall man with a petite woman in his arms.