He put on his suit jacket unhurriedly, fastening the buttons one by one with his distinct knuckles, until he secured the one at the clavicle. Grabbing his car keys, he didn’t forget to say something to her as he left.
The door closed, and Evelyn Clayton gazed at the once again empty living room, a wave of disparity engulfing her.
She took a few casual bites of porridge, then cleared the bowl and rushed to work. This content belongs to novelFirｅ.net
Today, she wore a plain camisole, revealing the sharp angle of her shoulders and her fair neck. Her collarbones were exquisite, and the high-waisted skinny jeans accentuated her slender and long legs. A pair of platform shoes added to her leg length, with her ankles exposed.
As she walked into the company, she frequently attracted attention.
Evelyn Clayton arrived at the office, and just as she turned on the computer, an unexpected guest appeared at the door.
It was Harrison Grant.
The moment Evelyn saw Harrison Grant, there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
An unmistakable hatred rose up, which she quickly covered by lowering her gaze.
"What, not happy to see me?"
Harrison Grant noticed her slight displeasure and pretended to joke as he walked in.
He sat down on the sofa, adopting a kindly demeanor as he looked at her.
Clearing her throat, Evelyn suppressed the discomfort and put on a friendly smile: "No, just feeling a bit unwell."
"I heard you signed a collaboration with Summer Monroe from the Monroe Family."
Harrison Grant deliberately mentioned the Monroe Family, watching Evelyn Clayton closely, trying to detect any sign of unease on her face.
However, Evelyn remained composed from beginning to end, her expression indifferent.
"Yes, but the specific work has been handed over to Director Grant. I’m not in the best of health."
Harrison Grant’s tone was half-skeptical: "You’re not well yet you’re at work?"
"Lately, I’ve been feeling dizzy, and sometimes I get a bit nauseous when I stand up, not feeling too comfortable."
As Evelyn spoke, she furrowed her brow in discomfort and raised her hand to cover her mouth, pretending to be nauseous.
Harrison Grant’s previously steady and solemn gaze sharpened: "It’s that serious? I’ll get you a specialist to check you out."
Before she could refuse, a doctor entered directly with a medical kit.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously, her red lips tightly pressed.
It seemed Harrison Grant had come fully prepared today to test her situation.
With the doctor already there, no argument from Evelyn would help. She could only brace herself and accept the examination from the doctor Harrison Grant had brought.
Within a few minutes, the doctor removed the blood pressure monitor, then spoke directly in front of Harrison Grant: "Director Grant, Miss Clayton is anemic, with low blood pressure. She needs to rest properly to prevent the condition from worsening."
Harrison Grant immediately urged her to leave the company: "If that’s the case, then Evelyn, don’t work. Talk to James, get some paid leave, and focus on getting better first."
Evelyn gritted her teeth, her face without change, and refused: "It’s okay, I’m fine."
Harrison Grant wanted her to recover so he could continue drawing blood for Summer Monroe, truly a cunning old fox.
The door to James Grant’s office was open.
Summer Monroe walked in without knocking.
Hearing the commotion, James Grant looked up to see Summer Monroe walk in casually, sit down in front of him, separated by a desk, her gaze full of interest.
"Director Grant, any progress on the contract from a few days ago?"
James Grant’s eyes were sharp as his gaze shifted downward to Summer Monroe’s injured hand.
She had deliberately worn a long sleeve to cover the scar.
He put down the work in his hand, twirling a black pen casually at his fingertips, his eyes deep and sharp: "Miss Monroe, if you’re injured, you should stay in the hospital."