The assistant’s silent demeanor fueled Summer Monroe’s anger, and she lost control, shouting, "Investigate! If you don’t figure it out, don’t bother coming to work tomorrow!"
After that, Franklin Ford’s actions within The Ford Group were no longer reserved, and by the afternoon, he had recruited another assistant.
Upon receiving the news, Summer Monroe immediately contacted Harrison Grant.
"Do you know when Evelyn Clayton got in touch with Franklin Ford?"
Ever since that day when Harrison Grant forcibly tried to draw Evelyn Clayton’s blood and was kicked out, he hadn’t dared to see Evelyn for days, let alone understand her movements.
He was also shocked, "Isn’t Franklin Ford your husband’s brother? How did they get involved with each other?"
"Are you asking me?" Summer Monroe retorted sarcastically.
For the first time, she regretted partnering with Harrison Grant, as he provided no support and she had to cover for him.
There was silence on the other end for a moment.
Soon, there was the sound of a door closing.
Harrison Grant returned to the study and said in a low voice, "I don’t know about Evelyn and Franklin’s situation, but there’s something I have to tell you, so stay alert."
"Evelyn Clayton is now wary of blood donation." Harrison Grant recalled Evelyn’s constant scrutinizing gazes at him that day: "It’s likely that by then, she had started suspecting that the blood wasn’t being used by me."
Summer Monroe flatly denied, "Impossible."
The heart transplant was done secretly, and those who knew that Evelyn’s father’s heart was in her body and not in Harrison’s had all been silenced with money; the doctor who performed the surgery was trained by The Monroe Family and wouldn’t leak any information.
So the likelihood of Evelyn discovering this matter was almost zero.
Harrison Grant stopped fiddling with his walnut, exuding an aura of frustration.
Summer’s only flaw was her arrogance, which could very well be their downfall.
"Don’t underestimate her."
No one can fully cover their tracks after doing something bad.
It’s not that Harrison overestimated Evelyn, but she could completely trace the clues back to them.
Harrison’s concern wasn’t unreasonable, and Summer took note, sending someone to monitor Franklin Ford and Evelyn Clayton.
"Report to me whom they meet and what they do."
This time, she was determined not to lose!
As Evelyn Clayton walked out of The Ford Group, she sensed something was off after crossing a street.
She walked a few more steps nonchalantly, then suddenly turned around.
It was the holiday season; the streets were crowded with people and vehicles, seemingly without anything unusual.
She had no choice but to continue walking.
Behind the corner wall, someone put down a doll from a small stall and stood up to follow.
Little did this person know, they were already exposed to the camera lens.
Without having to think, Evelyn knew who had sent this person. Franklin had just shown a bit of capability, and Summer couldn’t resist having them watched.
How afraid she must be of the two of them.
Having someone follow her around wasn’t a solution. Evelyn didn’t want even eating shredded potatoes to be recorded in an "observation log" for Summer’s enjoyment. Just the thought gave her goosebumps.
She needed to think of a way to get rid of that person.
Evelyn looked around as she walked, searching for an opportunity.
Ultimately, her gaze fixed on a café across the street, where a man and a woman were sitting by the window, having a serious conversation.
The man was James Grant, and the woman was Lynn Yates.
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