"If you hurt her, won’t Harrison Grant take you to give blood again?"
James Grant refused to make a call, lowering his gaze.
Evelyn Clayton gritted her teeth, "How much can I give? I’ve already given before, I can’t just be bled dry without knowing why, right?"
If she couldn’t know how her blood was used, the few times she almost died from excessive blood loss left her feeling utterly wretched, the kind where one can’t die in peace.
James Grant’s tall figure relaxed a bit as he stood lazily there with his hands in his pockets. Official source is novel[f]ire.net
Evelyn Clayton looked him up and down, "Should I be the one to go?"
Summer Monroe was interested in James Grant, not her.
James Grant suddenly leaned in close, his alluring face magnifying infinitely in her eyes.
His eyes clearly reflected a faint smile.
The low chuckle left her momentarily dazed.
Evelyn Clayton snapped back to reality, quickly pushed him away, and turned around, her face tinging with a light blush.
She clenched her palms tight and pursed her lips, "Hurry and go."
Seeing her reaction, James Grant’s languid laughter became even more unrestrained.
With one hand in his pocket, he took out his phone and made a call.
Summer Monroe almost answered immediately, "Hello, Director Grant?"
He held the phone, his gaze, however, was fixed on Evelyn Clayton, his tone turning colder.
Summer Monroe thought James Grant agreed to her previous proposal and hurriedly asked for the meeting address before hanging up.
Seeing that he had set up a meeting, Evelyn Clayton turned around to drive away.
But she was suddenly pulled back by a strong hand, caught off guard and pinned against the car body.
James Grant clasped her hand and raised it above her head, pressing it against the car, while his other hand wrapped around her slender waist, trapping her in his arms.
The warm breath sprayed against her neck, tickling slightly, causing her neck to blush instantly.
He leaned close, his lips almost brushing against her red lips.
Her heartbeat was so fast, it was as if it was going to jump out of her chest.
Evelyn Clayton was stunned, "You, let go."
"Evelyn Clayton, stop it, you’re really unbearable."
His voice was deep and husky, imbued with a mesmerizing magnetism, like an electric current, numbing her from head to toe.
Was he saying she was having a tantrum because of his flirtations?
Evelyn Clayton pursed her red lips tightly, her eyes cold.
She used all her strength to push him away, directly opening the car door and getting in.
Then she rolled down half of the car window, her gaze cold and sharp, "Stop making trouble? Come back and tell me that when you get rid of all those scandals around you."
Having said that, she rolled up the car window, ignoring James Grant.
She stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Leaning against the luxury car, James Grant still maintained that indifferent demeanor, his eyes slightly raised, his crescent-like smile exceptionally alluring.
James Grant still set the location at The Empyrean.
Evelyn Clayton quietly followed them.
As she entered, Evelyn quickly got out of the car, put on sunglasses, allowing her beautiful, wavy hair to fall freely behind her, and wearing high heels, she walked into The Empyrean with her head slightly raised.
Summer Monroe arrived at the private room door, walked in, her face always maintaining a smile.
She saw James Grant sitting lazily on the sofa, the determination in his eyes obvious.
It seemed he was ready to be with her.
"Director Grant, sorry to keep you waiting."
Greeted, Summer Monroe sat directly beside James Grant.
James Grant’s whole body was sunk into the sofa.
The dim light shrouded his face, obscuring its outline.
The well-defined jawline was sharp and clear, casting a shadow under his eyelids.
He didn’t reply, sat up straight, and casually picked up a fruit knife and apple from the coffee table.
In front of Summer Monroe, he began peeling the apple skin on his own.