Lynn Yates left with the Yates Family, reluctantly glancing at James Grant before departing.
James Grant maintained a calm and composed demeanor throughout and gave her a slight nod to signal her departure.
As soon as Lynn Yates got into the car and left, James Grant’s phone rang.
He answered it, and it was Summer Monroe calling, her tone evidently accusatory.
"Director Grant, I heard you held an engagement banquet today? Why wasn’t I invited?"
Although he didn’t put it on speaker, the suppressed anger in Summer Monroe’s voice was undeniable.
Harrison Grant and Jasper Grant, who were nearby, heard it too.
Evelyn Clayton, listening alongside, remained silent, even as James Grant cast a thoughtful and dangerous glance at her.
His distinct hand bones clenched the phone tightly, now only emanating coldness.
"What’s your status? Do I need to invite you?"
On the other end, Summer Monroe sounded both anxious and angry: "Director Grant, didn’t you take my previous proposal seriously? Then why did you arrange to meet with me that day? Are you toying with me?!"
A cold laugh echoed, and James Grant’s expression noticeably darkened: "Miss Monroe, take care of yourself."
The last icy syllable ended the call.
He hung up mercilessly, his eyebrows and eyes filled with chill.
Before Harrison Grant could speak, James Grant strode over to Evelyn Clayton, emanating a terrifying anger and menace, every look filled with hostility, his thin lips clenched, words chilling.
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His tone was so cold that Evelyn Clayton swallowed hard.
After a while, she met his gaze unflinchingly, with calm eyes: "What do you think?"
She was playing dumb, and he could clearly see through it.
But she was so heartless, coldly watching him finalize his engagement, yet still had the mind to use him in a plot against Summer Monroe.
A hint of hurt flashed in his eyes, yet ironically, the coldness in them betrayed unexpected disappointment.
His thin lips curled, appearing particularly harsh to Evelyn Clayton.
"Evelyn Clayton, I thought you simply didn’t care; I didn’t expect you to use me for your own purposes. You are ruthless."
Each word pierced her heart like a needle.
Looking up into his deep, disappointed eyes, Evelyn Clayton’s lower lip trembled, her palms clenched tightly, yet she still showed no emotion.
"James Grant, from beginning to end, we only had a business relationship. It was you who kept overstepping the boundaries."
James Grant tightened his jaw; the veins on his forehead and neck were frighteningly pronounced.
He tightly clenched his fists, struggling to control the rage she stirred, nodding repeatedly.
Each of his words could plunge someone into an icy abyss: "Very good, Evelyn Clayton, well done."
After saying this, his last look at her no longer carried the warmth or affection of the past. His lips pressed into a silent, colorless line, so pale it seemed almost sickly.
James Grant turned and walked away, his tall figure cast into a cold and lonely shadow by the neon lights.
Gradually disappearing before her eyes.
"Evelyn, are you alright?"
Evelyn Clayton stood motionless, her whole body tensed, her eyes devoid of warmth.
The light inside seemed to have extinguished the moment he resolutely turned and left, the surrounding sounds faded away.
When Jasper Grant cautiously spoke, her body shivered slightly.
The next moment, however, she stubbornly straightened her back.
Her voice was somewhat hoarse: "I’m fine."
Seeming to perceive her thoughts, Jasper Grant frowned with concern.
"Are you unwilling for my brother to get engaged? In the past, my brother really liked you too."