The door was knocked.
As soon as the door opened, James Grant stepped in with his long legs, bypassing her and walking straight in.
Seeing James Grant take off his coat expertly and sit naturally on the sofa.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyelids drooped, "You’re really at home, aren’t you!"
James Grant took off his suit jacket, revealing a fitted white shirt underneath, with muscles faintly visible. He still carried the coolness from the Grant Family, with a distant look in his eyes.
"Harrison Grant asked you to go to the Grant Family’s place."
"I wanted to go myself."
She knew he wasn’t happy and sat down beside him, answering truthfully, no need to hide.
He frowned, his gloomy mood displayed on his face, "How much did you draw?"
"You saw it, just one bag, less than before."
Indeed, there was one bag less than before.
Didn’t Harrison Grant say he was not in good health? Why was it decreasing?
She couldn’t figure it out.
James Grant’s brows furrowed even tighter, and his irritated mood grew stronger, his face looking even more daunting than before.
Evelyn Clayton seldom saw him .
In her impression, he was always cynical and unserious.
"He doesn’t use it for himself."
After a long pause, he said softly.
Evelyn Clayton was momentarily stunned, and suddenly, her mind cleared.
If it’s for someone else, then it makes sense!
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Either he’s not sick at all or there’s another purpose!
And the best explanation is that her blood was taken by Harrison Grant for someone else.
Who it was, they couldn’t tell.
But if Harrison Grant could draw blood from Evelyn Clayton for someone, that person must be extremely important to him.
While the two were thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Evelyn Clayton trembled all over, her first reaction was to hurriedly push James Grant into the bedroom.
"Am I that unsightly?"
He grabbed her chin, his tone slightly cold and threatening.
Evelyn Clayton shook off his hand, "If it’s Marcus, the plan is over! Get in."
Without letting him argue, she pushed him into the bedroom, closed the door, and went to open the door.
Sure enough, it was Matthew Sullivan at the door, unwilling to give up and followed her.
Evelyn Clayton’s face was cold, standing at the door without letting him in.
Suddenly, there was a distinct sound from the bedroom, and Matthew Sullivan heard it immediately, his face sank, questioning, "Who’s in your room."
Without another word, he directly entered her room but found it empty.
Evelyn Clayton leaned against the bedroom door, glaring at him angrily, "Are you sick? There’s no one."
Matthew Sullivan didn’t believe it, he definitely heard a sound from the room!
Evelyn Clayton blocked the bedroom door.
He stared at the bedroom door, pushed her aside angrily, and opened it.
But was momentarily shocked by what he saw inside.
Evelyn Clayton was still pondering how to explain, but upon looking inside, she saw her underwear and intimate clothes scattered messily all over the bed.
"Evelyn, I’m sorry..."
Evelyn Clayton kept a pair of cold Phoenix eyes, clenching her fists, gritting her teeth, staring at Matthew Sullivan.
"Evelyn, let me explain."
Matthew Sullivan still wanted to find a reason to explain, but she directly pushed him out of the door.
Before closing the door, she gave a cold laugh and said one last thing, "I don’t need a man who doesn’t trust me."
The door slammed shut, and Matthew Sullivan anxiously knocked on the door from outside, but she had no intention of paying attention to him.
Heading back to the bedroom, James Grant had already come out from the wardrobe.
He was leisurely with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the bedroom door, his attractive eyes no longer gloomy, squinting as he looked at her.