Evelyn Clayton stopped in her tracks, her slender frame showing no hint of weakness.
The coldness and strength emanated from her bones as Evelyn stared back at her with a mocking retort.
"What is it? You didn’t manage to get ahead, your sister beat you to it, and now you’re losing face and coming to pick a fight with me?"
It was well-known that Clara Yates had feelings for James Grant too.
Having her sister snatch the man she liked was a sore spot for her, triggering a breaking point in her defense.
"Didn’t you also fail to get James Grant? Yet here you audaciously attend my family’s engagement banquet, truly shameless."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she took a step toward Clara Yates.
"Do you believe that today I can make sure no one sees your face?"
Her words were chilling to the bone, with not a trace of jest.
Evelyn Clayton was always one to do what she said, making Clara Yates recall the time at the bar entrance when she got soaked by Evelyn.
Having deeply experienced her madness, she only dared to talk trash but never dared to stir up real trouble.
"Evelyn Clayton, just you wait!"
Clara Yates swallowed her anger and stomped into the private room in her high heels.
The chill from Evelyn’s body diminished a bit, she scoffed, then followed in.
Inside the private room, Lynn Yates and James Grant were sitting together.
Lynn Yates was also dressed up, in a light pink gown, sitting there gracefully like a princess. Together with James, they were quite the pleasing and matching sight.
Seeing this, the Yates’ parents were more delighted, showering Harrison Grant with praise.
"Director Grant, James is truly an outstanding young man, not only good-looking but also capable. Being with Lynn is a match made in heaven!"
Harrison Grant laughed heartily at the flattery, his vanity satisfied, as they exchanged compliments.
Evelyn sat in a corner.
The table was lively, but she remained silent and unspoken, her phoenix eyes watching quietly, much like an outsider.
She watched James Grant, meticulously blowing on cooled food for Lynn Yates in front of everyone, kindly inquiring about her feelings; she had never seen such attentive care a few times.
This made Lynn Yates smile bashfully.
The whole private room was brimming with laughter, but she sat there with no interest at all.
Her heart felt as though it had sunk into the ocean, swallowing all emotion.
James, with a beauty in his arms, lifted his eyes and glanced in Evelyn’s direction.
His face showed no emotion, as if detached beyond reason.
Before long, Evelyn finally stood up.
In a spot unnoticed by others, she quietly exited the private room.
Stepping outside, it felt like she was finally able to breathe fresh air.
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Standing at the door of the private room, her hand clenching the phone, she had other plans stirring in her heart, glancing back at James and Lynn still interacting intimately.
Evelyn gritted her teeth, seemingly making a decision, her face pale.
She opened the camera, discreetly aiming the lens at the most eye-catching pair inside.
A click of the shutter, and she snapped the photo, then opened Summer Monroe’s message interface and clicked send.
Having done all this, the boulder on her chest finally shattered.
Evelyn slightly lifted her chin, taking a deep breath, then donned an icy expression.
Returning to the private room as a daughter-in-law of the Grant Family, listening to both families praising each other, discussing wedding arrangements.
It wasn’t until the banquet ended that Evelyn finally freed herself from this nearly suffocating event.