Evelyn Clayton walked out of the company, head lowered, and pulled out her phone.
Her slender fingers tapped on the phone’s message screen.
"Haven’t you arranged your engagement with Lynn Yates yet?"
The moment she sent the message, James Grant replied with a photo.
Blatantly provocative.
Evelyn gripped her phone tightly, gritting her teeth, cursing under her breath.
Not daring to delay, she drove swiftly down the road.
In less than ten minutes, she was back at the apartment.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the man lounging lazily on the sofa.
His thin lips slightly parted, a cigarette hanging loosely, exhaling a breath.
Smoke swirling around, through the thin veil of smoke, his eyes slightly upturned at the corners, long legs stretched out recklessly, his brows and eyes elongated, exuding a natural aloofness when not smiling.
As he lifted his alluring eyes, James Grant’s thin lips curved, adding a hint of roguishness.
Despite his allure, Evelyn’s mood remained ominously low.
She wanted to rush up and strangle him.
"Without keys, how did you get in?"
Daring to trespass into her home in her absence!
Upon hearing her words, James Grant hooked out a set of keys with his index finger, shaking them casually,
his eye corner lifted, wearing an infuriating expression: "I made a duplicate beforehand."
Evelyn took a deep breath, nearly gnashing her teeth to pieces.
"James Grant! Do I owe you something?"
The man before her remained easygoing, even deliberately provoking.
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Her voice was cold and she nodded repeatedly, biting down hard.
Then she rushed over, snatched his phone, opened the message screen, and accessed the chat with Lynn Yates.
Her fingers swiftly typed a few words, sending them off in the blink of an eye.
"Miss Yates, let’s schedule the engagement as soon as possible."
The reply came back instantly: "Okay."
The next second, James Grant snatched back his phone with a grim face, glancing at the message.
In an instant, the temperature in the room plummeted.
His dark eyes fixed intently on her: "Evelyn Clayton, are you crazy?!"
Evelyn, far from afraid, instead lifted her cool, enchanting phoenix eyes, stepping forward a few paces.
Though he was a head taller than her, she still lifted her chin, patting his chest.
"You pushed me; prepare yourself well for your engagement!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on her.
After delivering her taunt, Evelyn retreated a few steps.
James Grant’s eyes, filled with dark clouds, never left her.
But she quickly exited the room, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.
"Since you like barging into private homes so much, then stay put!"
With those words, she slammed the door shut with a bang.
Then took out her keys and locked the door from outside.
Inside, there was the sound of James Grant trying to unlock the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
A chilling voice pierced through the door.
"Evelyn Clayton, open the door!"
Evelyn casually dangled the keys in her hand, her expression filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
She raised her voice and said, "Goodbye for good."
With that, she ignored James Grant’s furious pounding on the door, turned, and left.
The news of Matthew Sullivan being removed from his position was already widespread, becoming a hot topic for idle chatter.
For a bastard to establish himself at The Grant Group, it’s like climbing to heaven.
"Did you hear? The chairman came to the company again today."
"I saw, probably causing trouble for Director Sullivan again. These days, Director Sullivan looks like he wants to eat someone."