Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton looked at Iris Lockwood as if she were a fool, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Iris Lockwood felt a bit embarrassed under the gaze and rubbed her nose.
"What’s wrong? Aren’t you curious about James Grant and Lynn Yates?"
Seeing the calm and indifferent expression on the other party’s face, Iris seemed to understand a little and looked slightly uneasy.
She stood up and awkwardly changed the subject, pacing the room a few times.
"I think the environment here is better than my suite, let me stay here, okay? I’ll keep you company."
With a slight frown, Evelyn replied irritably, "I don’t think our relationship is at the stage where we can share a bed yet?"
Iris snorted lightly. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"I’m worried about you being upset. Don’t think I don’t know how it pains you to see Lynn Yates and James Grant together."
This time, Evelyn’s last bit of patience ran out.
She stepped forward to open the door, turning around to push Iris out, "I need to rest now, don’t let the door hit you on the way out."
"No, don’t!" Iris clung to the doorframe, refusing to leave, almost resorting to shamelessness.
"No way, you can’t kick me out! I still have something to say!"
Evelyn gave her a cold glance, "Haven’t you spilled all the gossip already? What else do you want to say?"
"What I actually wanted to say..." Iris’s eyes were filled with curiosity as they darted around.
"Is there a possibility where you could outdo Lynn Yates, collaborate with The Grant Group, and secure their orders? That way, I could also get a foot in the door with The Grant Group, and I won’t charge you for future model appearances, deal?"
Inexplicably reminded of that night at the factory, Evelyn tried hard to ignore the slight pain in her heart.
She didn’t want to mention that person again; they were supposed to remain strangers.
Fixing her gaze on Iris, Evelyn’s clear and translucent eyes showed no emotion.
She enunciated word by word: "No. Also, James Grant and I have nothing to do with each other right now, if that’s what you mean, make your way yourself, don’t come to me again."
After speaking, Evelyn was about to push Iris out.
"Go back to your own room and rest well. The official event is tomorrow, and if anything goes wrong, you’ll only have yourself to blame."
Iris shouted discontentedly.
As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into someone passing by.
Before she could finish, both Evelyn and Iris froze in place, looking up at the person walking past the door.
The man’s voice was cold and detached, with his chiseled, handsome face seemingly covered with a thin layer of frost.
Without glancing sideways, he walked straight on.
Iris was dumbfounded: "James Grant..."
Evelyn also looked slightly lost as she watched James’s side profile pass by her, then move away.
Did he just hear that? What did he hear? How much did he hear?
Already weary and sluggish from fatigue, Evelyn’s mind could hardly function.
It felt like something was lodged in her throat as she silently watched James walk away.
At this point, even Iris didn’t dare to breathe loudly.
She looked at James’s retreating figure, then turned to glance at Evelyn, feeling a hundred times shocked internally.
For a long time, it seemed as though Evelyn had been drained of all energy, silently turning back into the room.
"Close the door when you leave."
With a start, Iris finally snapped back to reality.
She dashed back to her room and closed the door, grumbling, "I’m not leaving!"
She sulkily paced back and forth, casting an annoyed glance at the silent and indifferent Evelyn, feeling even more inexplicably angry.
Clearly still has feelings for James Grant, why does she insist on being contrary to her true feelings?