She had no intention of getting involved in other people’s emotions, so she sat down and explained, "James and I are only business partners, not what you think."
"As for why we came to the café today, it’s because..." Lynn Yates smiled helplessly, "The Yates Group’s meeting room has been under renovation, and the formaldehyde smell is quite strong, so I could only ask Director Grant to come here."
Why didn’t they go to The Grant Group to talk about such trivial matters? Evelyn Clayton felt embarrassed to ask further.
Under James Grant’s teasing gaze, she softly responded with a hum.
The waiter brought another cup of cappuccino.
Stirring the latte art in her cup, Evelyn Clayton gained a brand-new impression of Lynn Yates.
Discussing matters on their merits, leadership charisma, every aspect left people in awe.
Evelyn Clayton had already felt differently towards her, and after a few words of conversation, her impression of Lynn Yates soared upward.
She completely ignored the presence of James Grant beside her.
"I actually know you two were here to talk about cooperation, and Director Grant misunderstood my meaning just now." Evelyn Clayton believed she hadn’t felt "jealous" earlier, so she tossed the blame to James Grant without any psychological burden.
"Besides..." Evelyn Clayton hesitated internally for a moment, then said as if nothing had happened, "Regardless of whether you exist, there’s no possibility between James and me, so you don’t need to mind me."
She said it nonchalantly, but Lynn Yates listened in confusion and looked again at James Grant, whose face was already overcast like water.
"Are you serious?" He stared directly at Evelyn Clayton, as if hoping to get another answer from her mouth.
Evelyn Clayton seemed unaware of the man’s emotions, nodded slightly while holding the spoon in her mouth.
Four simple words successfully ignited the anger in the man’s chest.
Even at this moment, James Grant was still reluctant to speak harshly to Evelyn Clayton.
He forcefully suppressed his temper, stood up from his seat, and looked down at her for a long moment, clenching his fist as he left.
Lynn Yates’ tense face could not hide her astonishment.
She looked at Evelyn Clayton, who was slumped over the table next to her, "Aren’t you going to chase after him?"
James Grant left, and the strength in Evelyn Clayton’s straight back gave way, bending suddenly, "I just told the truth, what’s he angry about?"
Besides, words once spoken are like water spilled; she had already said so much, wouldn’t chasing him just be like hitting herself in the face?
Lynn Yates didn’t understand her logic, "Don’t you like James Grant?"
Otherwise, Lynn couldn’t comprehend why she acted this way.
Evelyn Clayton did not answer.
The cappuccino was placed in front of her, and she took a small sip, but even that small bitter taste lingered on her tongue and couldn’t be removed. Fresh chapters posted on novel{f}ire.net
Just like James Grant himself, Evelyn Clayton kept him in her heart, but this man couldn’t bring her a bit of joy, so it was better to let go.
Even if her heart would hurt, only a little bit, she could endure it.
The images taken by a stalker were all sent to Summer Monroe.
In the office, Summer Monroe looked at the two women sitting beside James Grant and frowned.
She didn’t know which one was James Grant’s true love.
Dealing with one was a piece of cake for Summer, but taking on two would be a bit strenuous, as she also had a family business to manage and didn’t have the time to waste on these petty matters.
Just as she was torn, the office door was pushed open, and Soren Foster walked in.
The man had a fair and clean face, a tall figure, came in and first scanned around, then went straight to Summer Monroe’s position once he confirmed it.
He stood behind Summer Monroe, bent down, and gave her a lingering kiss.