James Grant squinted his eyes and sat up, a glimmer of anger flashing in his dark pupils, all traces of sleepiness gone.
He picked up his phone directly, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
Evelyn Clayton leaned casually against the side of the bed, letting the blanket drape over her waist.
A few minutes later, James Grant casually picked up the shirt thrown on the ground, buttoning it while speaking indifferently.
"Get ready, accompany me to a banquet."
Outside the lavish private club, the long red carpet seemed endless.
James Grant wore a low-key bespoke suit, the diamond button sparkling under the dazzling lights.
At his side, Evelyn Clayton was even more exquisite, like a fairy who had fallen to the mortal world.
A hip-hugging long gown trailed on the floor, accentuating her slim waist that could not be grasped with one hand.
It was rare for her to have such a delicate makeup today, looking like a gentle and demure figure nestled beside James Grant.
Before entering, from afar, they saw a pair of enchanting sisters stepping out of a luxury car.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes darkened.
Clara Yates and Lynn Yates gracefully strolled along the red carpet.
They were immediately drawn to James Grant, although the sisters’ expressions were different.
Arm in arm, they walked over, chatting and laughing cheerfully.
These sisters tacitly chose to ignore Evelyn Clayton’s presence.
Walking into the club’s hall, Evelyn Clayton found it dull.
It was nothing more than mutual flattery in business, full of schemes and cold indifference, not worth her attention.
Amidst the tedium, two middle-aged men in sharp suits approached directly.
Harrison Grant and Mr. Yates were both sly foxes, and they seemed to have agreed, both focusing their eyes on Evelyn Clayton simultaneously.
Their intense gaze made one feel uneasy, causing Evelyn Clayton to instinctively move closer to James Grant.
Meanwhile, Clara and Lynn Yates stood obediently beside their father.
The sisters, beautiful and talented, filled Mr. Yates with satisfaction.
Smiling heartily, he took Lynn Yates’ hand.
"Lynn, I was just telling your Uncle Grant, on such an occasion, if James wasn’t here, you wouldn’t have come at all."
"James, Lynn, the first dance today is yours, no problem, right?"
The arrangement came suddenly; Harrison Grant seemed casual, yet his tone allowed no refusal.
The leading dance of a ball is always a legitimate recognition by the circle.
But at this moment, Harrison Grant and Mr. Yates were clearly mismatching couples intentionally.
Upon hearing Harrison Grant’s assignment, the guests reacted with various expressions.
In their eyes, some were mocking, some surprised, and some were secretly pointing at Evelyn Clayton.
"Look, what do the Grant and Yates families mean by this?"
"This Miss Clayton was engaged to the Grant family’s illegitimate son since childhood, and it was because of her that the Grant brothers became quite unfriendly."
"They say beautiful women bring trouble, and today I’ve seen that troubles do look ."
Snickers and banter filled the air, but Evelyn Clayton remained unconcerned.
James Grant frowned, wanting to refuse, but Harrison Grant gave him a warning glare: "James, on such an important occasion today, I don’t want everyone to lose face!"
Seeing James Grant’s difficult situation, Evelyn Clayton nonchalantly waved her hand, signaling him to go along with it.
The music started, and with a sullen face, James Grant stood beside Lynn Yates.
Evelyn Clayton folded her arms, leisurely watching the men and women dancing gracefully in the ballroom. Newest update provided by novel fire.net
One had to admit, clothes might wear out but people get better with time; James Grant and Lynn Yates danced elegantly together.
Watching them, Evelyn Clayton suddenly felt a sense of irritation in her heart.