As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Matthew Sullivan strutting over, reaching out to her.
"Evelyn, shall we go?"
Evelyn Clayton didn’t even need to look to feel the sudden drop in pressure and temperature beside her.
She pressed her lips together, not daring to reach out her hand: "Okay."
As they were leaving, Matthew Sullivan brazenly raised an eyebrow at James Grant.
"By the way, best wishes to you and Lynn Yates for a long and happy life together."
With that, Matthew Sullivan walked off with Evelyn Clayton.
James Grant’s eyes turned icy, a murderous intent rising within them, as he coldly watched Matthew Sullivan’s back and let out a sneer.
Then he took out his phone and called Keith Donovan: "We can proceed now."
To rekindle the feelings with Evelyn Clayton, Matthew Sullivan took her back to their high school.
Gazing at the familiar campus ahead, Evelyn Clayton felt no nostalgia or joy.
Reminiscing with Matthew Sullivan was less appealing than death.
For the sake of their act, she could only grit her teeth and put on a forced smile.
Someone called out from behind.
She turned around and saw a familiar face.
That person was unusually delighted to see her face.
"I knew it was you! Your back is as captivating as ever, it’d be strange not to recognize it!"
This person was a high school classmate, Wang Fang.
Back in high school, she was the object of many boys’ pursuits, practically a school beauty.
Today she was dressed simply, with her hair casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin, exuding ample charm.
Evelyn Clayton gave a simple nod in response.
Wang Fang smiled and said, "It’s so rare to bump into you guys again. There’s a school reunion in a few days; you must come!"
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes glimmered with a trace of shrewdness, then she openly smiled.
"Sure, it’s been years since we last met. Matthew Sullivan will treat us; we’ll have a great time!"
Hearing this, Matthew Sullivan’s face faltered for a moment, but he put on a brave front and could only agree: "Sure, everyone must come."
Upon hearing that someone else would foot the bill, Wang Fang instantly agreed,.
"Great! I’ll gather everyone up, see you then!"
Watching Wang Fang leave with a full smile.
Matthew Sullivan secretly ground his teeth, wondering how many people would come to the reunion and how much money he’d have to spend.
Seeing through his frugality, Evelyn Clayton mocked him internally.
He always acted so generous, but when it came to spending money, he was stingy to death.
"What, you don’t want to?"
In front of Evelyn Clayton, Matthew Sullivan, of course, had to maintain appearances: "Of course I want to, after all, it’s going to the reunion with you."
He smiled with an awkward and forced expression.
Evelyn Clayton pursed her lips and let out a sneering laugh.
Matthew Sullivan’s phone rang.
He answered it, listening for a few seconds before his brows furrowed: "Okay, I’ll head back right away."
He seemed anxious, and Evelyn Clayton narrowed her eyes slightly.
"The Grant Family wants me to go back, Evelyn, I’ll take you back to the company first."
Then why didn’t they ask her to go along?
This didn’t seem like Harrison Grant’s style.
She feigned casualness, subtly suggesting, "I should go too; I’ll see how Director Grant is doing."
If he could show off their progress in front of the "recovered," of course Matthew Sullivan would want to.
He immediately drove her back to the Grant Family together.
Seeing Evelyn Clayton next to Matthew Sullivan, Harrison Grant’s composed face showed a moment of surprise.
But it was only for a moment, and then he returned to normal.
Evelyn Clayton noticed it, a touch of darkness flashing beneath her eyes, Updates are released by novel★fire.net
Upon seeing Harrison Grant, Matthew Sullivan called out softly.
"Uncle Grant, I came to see you. How’s your health? Do you still need a blood donation?"
Evelyn Clayton stepped forward in high heels, her face full of concern as she asked.
Harrison Grant smiled deeply: "No need, your body can’t handle it. Just eat more foods that enrich the blood."