"Are you out of your mind!" Yara Reagan shielded Evelyn Clayton.
The girl sneered, "I’m doing the world a favor by getting rid of a scourge like Evelyn Clayton!"
"You’re still spouting nonsense, aren’t you—" Yara Reagan rolled up her sleeves and was about to charge forward, but was stopped by Evelyn Clayton.
"Who sent you?" Evelyn Clayton, though angry, still had her wits about her.
This stranger actually knew her name, indicating she came prepared.
The girl stiffened her neck, glaring at Evelyn Clayton with fury.
"No one sent me! Don’t think I don’t know—you’re just a used woman toyed with by men, right? How can you be worthy of James Grant? You have an engagement yet you sleep with James Grant, you’re nothing but a complete slut!"
This baseless attack made Yara Reagan completely erupt, "What do you think you are? If she’s not worthy of James Grant, it’s not your place either!"
The girl snorted and looked contemptuously at the two of them.
"I never said I like James Grant, only our sister Cindy is worthy of him. They’re a match made in heaven, and I won’t allow any woman to steal him from our sister Cindy..."
Hearing this, Evelyn Clayton fully understood the situation.
Turns out this person is a fan of Cindy Owens, standing up for her goddess.
"I’m warning you, if you dare get close to James Grant again, it won’t just be ink spilled on you!"
Evelyn Clayton was too lazy to waste words with her and directly took out her phone to call the police.
The girl’s face changed, "You—you dare call the police?"
"Damaging my clothing, insulting me in public, infringing on my right to reputation, why shouldn’t I call the police?"
The police arrived quickly, and seeing the three girls, initially intended to mediate.
Evelyn Clayton refused without hesitation.
"Officer, she just said, today it’s ink, but next time it might be something else. I believe she’s already endangered my personal safety. Please act accordingly and take her back to the station to investigate if there are accomplices."
The police had no choice but to comply.
The girl finally panicked and quickly retreated two steps, her voice trembling.
"I... I was just joking with you earlier. Can I apologize? Let the police go, if my boss finds out, I’ll lose my job..."
"If an apology worked, why would we need the police?" Evelyn Clayton raised an eyebrow.
The police finally took the girl away and also had Evelyn Clayton go to the station for a statement.
After giving her statement, Yara Reagan was still waiting at the door, and when she saw her come out, she quickly approached.
"How did it go? What did the police say? How long will she be sentenced?"
"At most, detained for 15 days."
"Damn... she got off too easy," Yara Reagan said with indignation, clenching her fists. "Why is Cindy Owens’ scandal with James Grant even related to you?"
"This is just the beginning. If we don’t deal with the instigator properly, there will be no peace in the future."
Evelyn Clayton let out a cold laugh, a freezing light flashing in her eyes.
Yara Reagan, startled by her look, quickly asked, "Who are you going to settle scores with? Cindy Owens?"
"No. I’m going after James Grant."
Yara Reagan dared not ask more and left after sending her home.
As soon as she got home, Evelyn Clayton immediately dialed James Grant’s number.
The phone rang for more than ten seconds before James Grant picked up.
"What’s up? I’m currently—"
Evelyn Clayton interrupted him, "The contract is void, the engagement is off, I don’t want to marry you anymore."
"Impossible. We’re both business people, going back on one’s word is taboo in the business world." Follow current novels on NoveI[F]ire.net
James Grant was even more decisive than she was.
"As a businessman, Eldest Young Master Grant should adhere to contracts. Since you can’t, I don’t mind finding someone else."
Evelyn Clayton hung up the phone, only half of her anger dissipated.