"Although Lynn Yates can bring great help to your career, she’s not the only woman in the world who can assist you. It’s just an engagement party for now, and the certificates aren’t signed yet. It’s still not too late to regret!"
James Grant took the wine glass, glanced at Summer Monroe nonchalantly, and said nothing.
Thinking of Evelyn Clayton, James Grant became even more annoyed, holding the glass to his lips and taking a sip.
As soon as the drink touched his taste buds, James Grant’s heart skipped a beat.
It seemed something extra had been added to the wine, most likely a drug that triggers desire...
As the heir of Atlas Group, he inevitably socialized frequently, and although he hadn’t done anything sinister, he had gained experience from mingling in clubs.
Even with just a taste, he could instantly tell.
His already dark eyes darkened further, and James Grant placed the wine glass back on the table.
He remained silent for a while, then looked up, his eyes teasingly and deeply fixed on Summer Monroe, but he didn’t speak.
Summer Monroe clearly misunderstood this look.
It was said that this drug worked quickly, sure enough!
"James Grant, do you want to reconsider? Actually finding someone a bit older as a wife isn’t bad, having weathered life’s storms can help stand by your side better..."
As she spoke, Summer Monroe moved closer to James Grant, her eyes enchanting, her voice visibly seductive.
Once she turned the relationship physical, no one could stop her from securing James Grant!
Not even Harrison Grant could!
"So desperate?" James Grant leaned lazily on the sofa.
Each word was icy cold, showing no signs of the drug taking effect.
Summer Monroe didn’t react immediately, momentarily stunned.
When she realized what James Grant meant, she was instantly embarrassed and angry.
"You dared target me with such wicked schemes?" James Grant’s gaze was sharp, almost piercing through Summer Monroe.
"The Grant Group despises cooperating with a woman of such vile intentions. From now on, I’ll cut off all collaborations with you. Please don’t entangle with me anymore."
Since no severe consequences occurred, he considered this a lenient action.
Ignoring Summer Monroe’s shocked and embarrassed expression, James Grant stood up and walked out. Summer Monroe looked at him incredulously: "James Grant, you..."
The compartment door slammed shut heavily.
"You’ll regret this!!"
Upon learning everything, Lynn Yates’ face changed drastically, and she hurriedly supported James Grant, stumbling out of the venue.
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Noticing that the man beside her had an abnormally high temperature, Lynn Yates drew in a sharp breath.
She reached out her hand to probe James Grant’s forehead.
Yet James Grant somehow found the strength to grab that delicate hand tightly.
In his haze, the face before him seemed to transform into Evelyn Clayton.
Her beautiful eyes sparkling, her lovely smile captivating; every charm seemed like the person he longed for was right in front of him.
The fluttering emotion in his heart slowly spread, James Grant’s deep black eyes growing even more unfathomable, his face becoming flushed due to the drug’s effect.
He muttered Evelyn Clayton’s name under his breath, gripping that hand firmly, unwilling to let go.
As if once he let go, the person in front of him would completely vanish.
Lynn Yates’s face was awkward, yet she couldn’t break free no matter what.
A short distance away, Evelyn Clayton witnessed everything.
She hadn’t expected James Grant to truly develop feelings for Lynn Yates.
After a while, the corners of Evelyn Clayton’s mouth curled into a mocking smile.