The person seemed to have seen her and turned to walk towards her.
"Evelyn Clayton? You’re quite famous."
The man came over and immediately called her by name as if they were familiar.
He calmly sat down across from her, looking her up and down.
Evelyn remembered, the person coming was the second young master of the Ford Family.
Summer Monroe’s husband’s younger brother, Franklin Ford.
"Are you the one connecting with the Grant Family for the partnership?"
Evelyn was momentarily surprised.
She knew that Franklin Ford had always been vying for the position of the head of the Ford Family.
But ever since his brother married Summer and had the support of the Monroe Family, he was virtually powerless.
After Summer’s husband died, most of the family power was in Summer’s hands.
To prevent Franklin Ford from seizing power, she took away many resources.
Unexpectedly, would Summer actually entrust this collaboration with The Grant Group to Franklin?
Franklin Ford appeared gentle and refined, and outsiders saw him as polite and courteous, but he hid a great ambition.
He adjusted his glasses, "Why, surprised? As a Ford family member, is there any problem with me being the person in charge for the Ford Family?"
She pressed her lips together, suppressing her doubts.
Yet Franklin raised an eyebrow, taking a superior stance:
"I’ve seen your contract with the Monroe Family, and the profit margin is several times more than what’s offered to the Ford Group. Does Miss Grant look down on the Ford Family or do you think the Ford Family is only worth that much?"
"Director Ford, the price was set before the contract was signed. Do you think it’s appropriate to raise it now?"
Evelyn suddenly laughed, her shimmering eyes observing Franklin Ford.
She somewhat guessed that Harrison Grant was behind this trick.
The contract had clearly been signed long ago, and the price set long before; as soon as the project was transferred to her, the difficulty level was raised.
This was meant to make her back off.
Franklin was not angry but laughed instead, looking at her with interest.
"That was the price during the market lull; now that the market price has adjusted, the contract should accordingly be modified."
He wasn’t wrong; the design market’s price had recently increased, with many prices revised after the contract prices were set.
However, it didn’t matter if they were raised, as the person who would ultimately pay was Harrison Grant.
He would just complain a bit more when it was time to pay.
Evelyn leaned back on the sofa, holding a coffee cup, and changed the subject.
"Alright, these things can be discussed. By the way, how’s your sister-in-law’s health recently? I heard she was in the hospital a while ago."
Franklin looked a bit surprised, staring at her face: "She’s fine. Why, do you have some business with her?"
Evelyn took a gentle sip of her coffee, her red lips mesmerizing, like an enchanting succubus.
"It’s nothing. I just saw her enter the hospital last time, and I thought she was sick."
Franklin immediately noticed something was off about her.
"You want to investigate Summer?"
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Unexpectedly, Evelyn did not deny it, her almond-shaped eyes fearlessly met his inquisitive gaze.
"I guess you also want to know why the Ford Family offered such a high price, clearly with Summer mediating, yet didn’t gain any advantage."
She hit the nail on the head.
Franklin looked at her with even more profound and thoughtful eyes.
Evelyn shook her head: "I don’t know for now. But I can investigate. I’ll help you reduce the profit margin on the contract if you keep it confidential."
Reducing the profit margin was an enticing benefit, but was the only cost really just his silence?
A condition that was all benefit and no harm, yet very unusual.