Evelyn Clayton keenly noticed his abnormality and pretended to be concerned as she stepped forward: "What’s wrong? Is there trouble at work?"
When she arrived, she must have seen his incompetence.
His pride was wounded, and even in the face of her concern, Matthew Sullivan didn’t show a pleasant expression. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, hastily saying:
"Nothing, I have something to do, I’m leaving first."
With that, he hurriedly bypassed her for the first time, even his retreating figure looked awkward.
Evelyn Clayton remained calm, her expression returning to indifference.
She watched Matthew Sullivan’s escaping back, and inexplicably, James Grant’s wild and uninhibited appearance flashed in her mind.
If James Grant were here, would anyone else even have a chance to speak?
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Realizing her thoughts had strayed, Evelyn Clayton couldn’t help but click her tongue, her brows lightly furrowed.
She withdrew her gaze, stopped meddling, and hurried to the venue’s arrangement hall.
But she heard a strangely delicate voice, causing her lifted foot to freeze. Before she could make a sound, someone saw her.
It was Iris Lockwood. Seeing that she’d been discovered, Evelyn Clayton could only turn around with some reluctance, then, looking at the embracing couple, forced a smile: "I didn’t see anything."
Iris Lockwood, however, was nonchalant, openly wrapping her arms around Sheldon Zane’s waist in front of her.
"What’s to be afraid of, it’s nothing shameful, what are you here for?"
Sheldon Zane equally affectionately wrapped his arm around Iris Lockwood’s shoulders, his gaze full of happiness fixated on Iris Lockwood.
Compared to when Matthew Sullivan and Iris Lockwood were together, this scene indeed looked much more pleasing.
Evelyn Clayton had seen it before and, after a moment of awkwardness, remained composed.
"Work, I have things to do. You guys carry on, I’m leaving."
She turned around and went to the office of the venue.
The person in charge of the Jacobs Family project had been waiting for her for some time.
When she arrived, it was obvious he was throwing a fit.
Evelyn Clayton merely glanced lightly, pulled out a chair, and sat down straight away.
No superfluous actions, yet she exuded a naturally authoritative, unapproachable air that discouraged any rash offenses.
"Sorry for being late,"
Though she apologized verbally, there was not a hint of apology in Evelyn Clayton’s eyes.
The group saw she was not one to be trifled with and, pursing their lips, said nothing,
Someone handed her a document, speaking with a tone that was less than friendly: "Miss Clayton, here are our project documents. The project is nearing completion, take a look, and if there’s no issue, sign it."
Evelyn Clayton took the document, examined it carefully, and found no issues with it.
She picked up a pen, her fair fingers holding the pen elegantly, and signed her name flamboyantly before returning the document.
Her handwriting, like her, was free-spirited yet conventional.
After finishing the work, Evelyn Clayton walked out the door and encountered Iris Lockwood.
She called out to Evelyn Clayton, her eyes lacking the previous contempt and aggressiveness.
"Is there something you need?"
Evelyn Clayton retracted her edge, without hostility, she wouldn’t deliberately make things difficult.
Iris Lockwood approached with arms crossed, in a princess-like manner.
"You don’t look well; what’s wrong, troubled recently?"
Evelyn Clayton hadn’t noticed it herself, her face without makeup appeared somewhat pale and tired, her eyes clear but lacking vitality.
"What, not happy with Matthew Sullivan?"
Mentioning Matthew Sullivan with disdain, Iris Lockwood’s contempt was plainly written on her face.
"I advise you, dump that bastard Matthew Sullivan early, he’s a shameless scoundrel. Getting involved with him is like having eight lifetimes of bad luck."