The conversation with Summer Monroe didn’t affect Evelyn Clayton’s mood much.
No matter what, the work at hand needs to be done well.
A career is the foundation of one’s standing in society.
If you can’t even complete the most basic tasks, how can you talk about achieving anything else?
That morning, just as Evelyn arrived at the studio entrance, a sudden urgent shout came from behind.
"Evelyn Clayton! Stop!"
Before the words had fully left the speaker’s mouth, a dark figure leaped out from the bushes beside the path, grabbing Evelyn Clayton’s arm without any explanation, his expression fierce.
Evelyn was taken aback.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Matthew Sullivan.
If she hadn’t seen this face countless times, she never would have believed that the disheveled man before her, emanating a sense of disgrace, was once the arrogant young master.
"Finally caught you!" Matthew Sullivan stared dead at Evelyn Clayton, his grip so tight it was frightening.
In just three to five seconds, red marks appeared on her fair skin, causing Evelyn to frown slightly in pain.
"Evelyn Clayton, it’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, how would I have fallen to such a state!"
Having lived a glamorous life for so many years, Matthew never imagined that one day he would survive like a rat scurrying across the street.
"Money... Ha, all my money is long gone, you must take responsibility for me! Not to mention anything else, transfer me a hundred thousand immediately, right now, not a penny less!"
Facing the red-eyed man who seemed desperate to skin her alive, Evelyn Clayton only felt ridiculous and annoyed.
"This is all your own doing, why should I be responsible?"
She tried to break free from Matthew Sullivan’s grasp.
But those hands were like iron clamps, holding her in place, unable to move an inch.
The studio entrance was deserted, and seeing this, Matthew’s courage grew. He raised his fist in anger and aimed it at Evelyn.
"Trying to get out of this, huh? I’ll beat you to death, you bitch! Will you give it or not?"
Evelyn was startled and dodged to the side.
It seemed she had underestimated Matthew Sullivan’s shamelessness.
"Matthew Sullivan, beating someone in broad daylight is a crime!"
When it came to physical strength, Evelyn really couldn’t match Matthew Sullivan.
Feeling helpless, with no one around to call for help, she forced herself to stay calm and sternly rebuked, "Even if it doesn’t constitute a criminal case, it would at least warrant a public security penalty."
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"Ha, would I still be afraid of this?"
Matthew Sullivan snorted, as if he had heard a joke.
Those with nothing to lose don’t fear those who do!
His situation had already deteriorated to the extreme, so what would it matter if he were locked up for a few days?
Even a rabbit cornered would jump the wall!
He bore no malicious intent, he just wanted some money. Wouldn’t it all be settled if she gave it to him?
Seeing Evelyn Clayton still unwilling to compromise, Matthew’s temper flared: "You know how important looks are to a woman in this society... If you don’t want to be disfigured, obediently transfer the money to me!"
As he spoke, he somehow produced a small knife, the sharp blade gleaming coldly.
Evelyn’s pupils suddenly tightened, and she struggled even more fiercely, lifting her high heel to kick at Matthew Sullivan’s leg.
But Matthew seemed impervious to pain, gripping her tightly while cursing, brandishing the knife towards Evelyn’s face.
The force was terrifying.
Just when the blade was less than ten centimeters away from Evelyn Clayton’s face—