Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton’s expression shifted slightly but quickly suppressed it.
"Just returning to the rightful owner, Uncle Grant, there’s no need for such grandiosity."
This relic can be said to be the most valuable card in Harrison Grant’s hand right now. She repeatedly used it as a threat, and besides highlighting its shamelessness, it only disgusted Evelyn Clayton.
"I can agree to be with Matthew Sullivan according to your wishes. But I have a request, my father’s relic, to be my wedding gift, how does Uncle Grant feel about that?"
Harrison Grant, that old fox, has calculated to the bone.
He smiled openly, "Formal constraints are meaningless; if it’s not yours, no matter how hard you try, it’s in vain. You should understand a father’s heart. My decision is the best choice for James."
This extreme tug-of-war left Evelyn Clayton feeling quite exhausted.
"I’ve already agreed with you, and you’re still not at ease?"
Harrison Grant nodded with a smile, "The hardest thing is to settle the heart; I’m just afraid you won’t be willing."
Evelyn Clayton pursed her lips.
"I can control myself, but what kind of person is James Grant, you know better than I do. How can I possibly influence him? Uncle Grant, you overestimate me."
She spoke truthfully.
After pondering for a long time, Harrison Grant suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.
"Evelyn, I’m not in a hurry to force you to agree to my request. How about this, let’s make a bet?"
Evelyn Clayton slightly raised her eyes, waiting for what he would say next.
"Now James Grant’s career is in jeopardy. I don’t mind putting more pressure on him. Under extreme pressure, do you think a man would choose his career or his woman?"
Evelyn Clayton fell into contemplation, "What benefit do I get if I win?"
Harrison Grant was confident and was willing to invest heavily.
"Under career pressure, if he chooses you, I will return all of your father’s relics in their original state. If he chooses his career, then you must unconditionally comply and marry Matthew Sullivan, completely cutting off James’s thoughts."
Evelyn Clayton was suddenly caught in a battle between heaven and man.
After a while, she finally nodded.
Upon getting out of the luxury car, Evelyn Clayton realized that her clothes were already soaked with sweat, sticking to her skin.
Dealing with this old fox was truly mentally draining.
James Grant had been waiting by the car, and seeing Evelyn Clayton, his hurried steps revealed his urgency.
"What did he say to you?" He was always nonchalant, but this time he showed a bit more concern.
"Just reminiscing, don’t be nervous."
James Grant understood Harrison Grant, but seeing Evelyn Clayton’s attitude, he knew she didn’t want to discuss it further.
"If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. Just don’t forget, we’re supposed to bear this together."
He fixed his gaze on Evelyn Clayton.
Evelyn Clayton lowered her eyes with a little guilt.
She had to admit, she also really wanted to know how James Grant would choose when faced with a decision.
But just thinking that if things really went bad, they would have no more connection.
Her heart ached, and her eyes involuntarily filled with a trace of mist.
"Are you tired? To your place, or mine?"
The sky gradually darkened, and under the serene moonlight, Evelyn Clayton was irresistible.
The man’s eyes darkened, and he directly took her into the luxury car.
The multi-story villa showed no sign of life, cold and desolate, but with Evelyn Clayton’s arrival, it exuded a liveliness.
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The little vixen, like a fallen angel, stood in front of the tall bookshelf.
By the time James Grant returned to the bedroom, there was no trace of Evelyn Clayton.