"Director Clayton’s qualifications are outstanding. Giving you three days is already lenient. If anyone has objections, pack up and leave!"
In front of Evelyn Clayton, Matthew Sullivan played the role of a supportive man ready to stand up for her, his acting as good as Hollywood’s.
Evelyn Clayton glanced at him coldly, mocking him in her heart, fake and disgusting.
"Matthew Sullivan!" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ⓝovelFire.net
A voice came from the door; Iris Lockwood had arrived at some point.
She stared at Matthew Sullivan, mocking through gritted teeth: "It’s only been a few days, and you’re already speaking up for this woman? Matthew Sullivan, you really are disgusting!"
Evelyn Clayton particularly agreed with this, nodding in affirmation.
Matthew Sullivan, always used to being deceitful, felt a pang of guilt seeing Iris Lockwood.
Quickly, his gaze turned fierce: "We broke up a long time ago; whatever I do is none of your business."
"Really dreaming big."
Iris Lockwood glared at him coldly, full of disdain.
This man could flirt with her even when engaged to Evelyn Clayton.
Now, after breaking up with her, he turns around and acts like a lapdog to Evelyn Clayton.
She must have been blind to have fancied such a man.
"I’m here just for the Grant Family’s new project, don’t think I don’t know you gave the Jacobs Family’s cooperation project to Evelyn Clayton. I want a piece of the pie too, if you think it’s so easy to waste my time. Let me be the model for this project, and I can forgive your actions."
Matthew Sullivan gritted his teeth, his face sullen.
"You? Can’t even assess your own worth; Evelyn Clayton looks ten thousand times better than you. This project is already hers, how can you compete with her?"
Somehow the conflict shifted onto herself, Evelyn Clayton shrugged: "I didn’t ask for it, if you want it, ask him."
Iris Lockwood hated anyone comparing her to Evelyn Clayton, intentionally saying harsh words to provoke him.
"Aren’t you in charge? Can’t even handle such a simple task? Ha, I thought being part of the Grant Family, Matthew Sullivan you could do great things, seems I overestimated you!"
Evelyn Clayton leisurely watched this drama unfold, raising an eyebrow at the words.
Ever since the previous incident, Iris Lockwood’s words hit Matthew Sullivan’s sore spots, showing some improvement in intelligence.
Matthew Sullivan indeed was provoked, glaring at Iris Lockwood fiercely.
"Fine, here, you can be the print model. I’m giving you the opportunity; if you fail, don’t blame me."
Iris Lockwood’s image was still decent, but all Evelyn Clayton cared about was designing with the Jacobs Family.
Apart from design matters, whatever arrangement Matthew Sullivan makes is none of her concern as long as she’s not involved.
"You two continue arguing; I’m not going to waste my time playing with you."
With that, Evelyn Clayton turned to leave.
Iris Lockwood called out sarcastically: "Evelyn Clayton, didn’t you insist Matthew Sullivan is a jerk? But now you’re still tangled with him, you’re really skillful at managing your time."
Evelyn Clayton clicked her tongue in annoyance, casting a cold indifferent glance back.
"What, have you got porridge for brains? Only you would overestimate Matthew Sullivan; you both suit each other, I bless and lock it in. I, Evelyn Clayton, won’t stoop to trash."
"Evelyn Clayton, you!"
Matthew Sullivan’s good face was exhausted, thoroughly provoked by her.
Just as he was about to explode, her phone ring interrupted.
Evelyn Clayton glanced at the screen - it was a call from Jasper Grant.
She gently furrowed her brows: "What’s up?"