After a pause, Iris Lockwood seemed to mean well for her.
"Don’t look at me just because I fancied him back then, that was me practically blinding my own eyes! You better stay as far away from him as possible, you see me now, with Sheldon Zane, I’ve got a job, got a lover, how happy I am!"
She listened quietly, then curled her lips slightly: "As long as you’re happy."
"I remember, weren’t you into James Grant? If you dump Matthew Sullivan, James Grant’s a good choice, but..."
Iris Lockwood hesitated, seeming like she wanted to say something else, studying her up and down, then just spat it out.
"Consider it a compensation for going against you before. I must tell you, although James Grant is wealthy and powerful, and steadier in the Grant Family than Matthew Sullivan, he’s a notorious playboy. To him, women are just clothes he can put on and take off, one set a day, fun to play with but don’t take it seriously!"
With her lips pressed together, Evelyn Clayton listened silently, her eyes as frosty as ice, remaining calm and unruffled.
Seeing her unbelieving look, Iris Lockwood took out her phone directly, placing the evidence before her.
"If you don’t believe me, see for yourself, the trending news is all about James Grant’s scandals."
She lowered her gaze, letting her sight fall on the screen Iris Lockwood opened, where a big red headline was particularly conspicuous.
"The Grant Group’s Presidential Candidate Busy Day and Night, Surrounded by Beauties!"
Below, accompanied by photos, was a long article with thousands of words of accusations.
Evelyn Clayton’s hand involuntarily tightened a bit, her fingertips turning pale.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat, yet her face remained impassively indifferent.
Such news she had seen not less than a hundred times.
Although the trending news might be partly fabricated, the gossip surrounding James and the Grant Group, ninety percent of it was sincere.
"Oh, who do we have here!"
While Evelyn Clayton was lost in the news, a mocking voice reached her ears.
She looked up to see a woman in heavy makeup, wearing a fiery off-the-shoulder dress, walking over with a swaying waist.
Evelyn Clayton squinted her eyes slightly, finding the face somewhat familiar.
Until the woman spoke again, she remembered.
"What? Not with Director Grant? Got dumped? Ha, I told you. What a sorry excuse you are to catch Director Grant’s eye compared to even me."
It was Cindy Owens, a current popular young star, who used to be the woman beside James Grant. Later, grown tired of her, James kicked her to the curb and reclaimed most of her resources.
Lately, she seemed to have climbed onto a new patron, making a comeback.
Thinking of this, Evelyn couldn’t help but turn her head slightly and curl up her red lips in a shallow smile, her thin red lips brimming with a seductive fire.
"Cindy Owens, risen again? Daring to speak to me , which patron did you find? Call him over and let me see if he’s older than Uncle Grant?"
Amidst the public’s gaze, Cindy Owens’ face turned shades of green and white with anger. This content belongs to NovєlFіre.net
"Evelyn Clayton, who do you think you are? Daring to talk to me !"
Scanning the furious Cindy Owens, Evelyn’s long, narrow, phoenix eyes pierced through aggressively.
"And you? Who do you think you are? I forgot to tell you, your beloved Eldest Young Master Grant, I dumped him, it wasn’t his turn to dump me. Dream on."
After finishing, Evelyn Clayton scornfully glanced at her, raised her chin, and turned away.
Leaving Cindy Owens fuming and stomping the ground in anger.
Evelyn Clayton returned to the company, noticing the employees looking at her with slightly strange expressions.
She scanned them with cold eyes, unable to hear what they were saying.
But her intuition told her, it definitely wasn’t anything good.