Finally, Evelyn Clayton released her foot.
"Evelyn Clayton, I’m going to kill you!"
At this moment, Clara Yates became a drenched chicken, standing there looking extremely embarrassed, her features twisted in madness.
In the bar, the previously passionate and lively private room now seemed as if Hell’s Messenger had passed through.
Sullen and deathly silent, no one dared to say a word.
The person sitting on the sofa had their head lowered, messy bangs covering half of their face.
But the unknown is what’s most terrifying.
A surge of murderous intent and hostility enveloped James Grant, and no one dared to approach him.
The private room door was opened, and upon receiving the call, Keith Donovan hurriedly arrived, breaking the deadlock.
The person who had been maintaining a motionless posture on the sofa finally raised their head faintly.
A dark gaze filled with red blood vessels carried an intensely heavy gloom, so much so that even Keith Donovan couldn’t help but shiver.
"Director Donovan, Miss Clayton was here just now."
Someone informed him of what had happened.
Keith Donovan instantly grasped the seriousness of the matter.
It’s a good thing James Grant didn’t commit murder.
Clearing his throat a few times, Keith Donovan braced himself and sat beside James Grant.
As soon as he sat down, he was met with a chill that descended sharply. For original chapters go to novｅlfire.net
"Don’t be mad, she was just being jealous. This only proves that she truly likes you. Since she likes you, what do you have to be angry about?"
Every sentence hit the mark, and the people around cast approving glances.
The cold atmosphere in the private room did not diminish.
But the frost on James Grant’s face seemed to ease somewhat due to his words.
Keith Donovan keenly noticed this and hurriedly added, "Look, you know she likes you, yet you flirt with others right in front of her. If you saw Evelyn Clayton doing the same, wouldn’t you be mad enough to commit murder on the spot?"
Instantly, a piercing gaze shot towards Keith Donovan.
He swallowed hard, his nerves tense.
James Grant did not move, perhaps agreeing with his words.
Seeing he might succeed, Keith Donovan continued, "James Grant, maybe, it’s time for you to change."
Sitting on the sofa, his gaze was profound and dark, impossible to see the bottom, while his lips were tightly pressed.
He could almost see the extremely disappointed look in Evelyn Clayton’s eyes, the hostility surrounding him weakening slightly.
Perhaps he indeed should change.
Even if what’s before him isn’t the truth, he should be mindful of her feelings.
Evelyn Clayton ignored Clara Yates and returned to the office.
She set down her bag, a sense of exhaustion sweeping over her.
She half-reclined on the sofa, letting the strands of hair fall over her forehead, lifting her hand to support her brow, her willow brows lightly furrowed.
The door was knocked, and she slightly raised her eyelids with dissatisfaction.
Jasper Grant walked into her office, holding a file, and placed it on her desk.
"Why aren’t you with Matthew Sullivan?"
Evelyn Clayton’s mind was a tangled mess, her irritability unable to hold back: "Do you have any business?"
Jasper Grant shifted the topic, indicating the file on the table with his gaze.
"I heard you’ve signed a partnership with my brother and Summer Monroe, these are some materials on the partnership with Summer Monroe that I found."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton, initially uninterested, opened her eyes.
She looked at the file: "Why aren’t you giving it to your brother, why are you giving it to me? Do you really just want to see me and Matthew Sullivan easily gain benefits?"
Jasper Grant and Shirley Owens have always disliked Matthew Sullivan.
Why is it that knowing she’s now with Matthew Sullivan, he’s still willing to give the materials to her?
"The contract was signed by both of you, giving it to you and giving it to my brother makes no difference, and since I saw you at the company, I’ll give it to you."
Jasper Grant’s reasoning left no room for rebuttal.
His hands nonchalantly in his pockets.
Evelyn Clayton was half-skeptical, taking the file for a glance.
Indeed, it contained information about Summer Monroe.