This time, Matthew Sullivan was thoroughly enraged.
"What do you think you are, some kind of treasure? You’re just trying to cling to James Grant, and even after being abandoned, you can’t let go. Evelyn Clayton, who’s the real pathetic one here?"
The instant the words fell, Evelyn Clayton suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.
She could feel a rush of blood and anger flooding her chest, her emotions surging wildly, her eyes tinged red with fury.
Then, she turned and walked into the living room, grabbed a fruit knife, and held it in front of Matthew Sullivan.
The ferocity in her eyes was chilling.
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The tip of the knife glinted silver, scaring Matthew Sullivan into retreating repeatedly, fear seizing him: "Evelyn, Evelyn Clayton, just you wait!"
Afraid that she might actually do something, Matthew Sullivan was shamed into anger, spitefully uttered his harsh words, and then fled in a panic.
The knife in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp, jarring clatter.
The courage Evelyn Clayton had just displayed dissolved entirely, and she leaned against the door frame to close the door.
Her body gradually slid down weakly, her eyes red, breathing heavily, but a suffocating pressure weighed on her chest.
She bit her lip hard, oblivious even to the pain when she drew blood.
The study door was slowly pushed open, and Harrison Grant walked in, only to feel an immediate wave of coldness hit him.
The man at the desk sat there, wearing a black shirt, the collar slightly disheveled, sleeves rolled up, the dark fabric making him appear especially sharp and somber, his eyes like the surface of an ocean on a wintry night.
Beneath that absolute depth was a stormy sea.
Even with his own son, Harrison Grant couldn’t help but feel a slight caution when interacting with him.
"James, if you don’t like the eldest daughter of the Yates Family, it’s not too late to back out now."
Hearing the voice, James Grant looked up.
His eyes, like a tranquil sea, were stirred into ripples, deep and piercingly cold.
"The marriage alliance with the Yates Family, the benefits to the Grant Family are clear. The eldest daughter of the Yates Family knows her place, she’s a decent choice. What, are you dissatisfied with this marriage now?"
Harrison Grant’s expression was deep and conflicted: "It’s not dissatisfaction, I’m just worried about wronging you."
At this, he seemed to hear a joke, couldn’t help but curl his lips and laugh out loud.
"Wronging? Harrison Grant, you went to great lengths to have me marry the Yates Family’s eldest daughter to secure the Grant Family, and now you want to back out? Or have you found someone better?"
James Grant’s sharp gaze almost made Harrison Grant lose his composure.
He averted his eyes, furrowed his brows tightly, feigning difficulty and irritation, as he reproached him.
"Don’t you see the mess you’ve made, knowing there’s a marriage alliance with the Yates Family, and yet you’re entangled with Summer Monroe, and piling up debt! Evelyn staying away from you is the right choice!"
The moment he finished speaking, the already chilly study instantly grew colder, a fierce aura rampant, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Harrison Grant realized he had misspoken, yet still maintained a serious face, speaking with a tone filled with reproach.
"I’m telling you, you have three days. Either honestly go through with the marriage alliance with the Yates Family, or solve the situation with Summer Monroe. You can’t ruin the Grant Family’s reputation!"
After the warning, Harrison Grant snorted coldly from his nose, and turned to leave.
A low, hoarse voice came from behind.
Just one simple word, but it made Harrison Grant’s entire body stiffen, surprise invading his eyes.
He turned back in disbelief to look at James Grant, astonished as if he had heard wrong.
Yet, James Grant wore a chilling coldness, his eyes deep and unfathomable as he stared at him.
James Grant’s thin lips were tightly pressed, his voice lowered to the point of freezing: "How many more secrets are you hiding from me?"