Yara Reagan quietly held Evelyn Clayton for a long time.
Like a mother hen guarding her chicks, making Evelyn Clayton laugh uncontrollably.
"What’s up?" Yara Reagan poked Evelyn Clayton’s cheek, unable to resist, "I thought you’d hug me and cry for a while."
Evelyn Clayton pouted, "It’s not worth shedding tears for that kind of person."
"Hmph, as long as you know." Yara Reagan was very satisfied.
"In my view, don’t even mention Harrison Grant, I don’t think James Grant is a good person either. You’d better just avoid them! Let James Grant be with Lynn Yates alone!"
Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to discuss them, so she casually took her phone.
Seeing it, she paused slightly.
While her phone was off, James Grant had called her.
However, once she turned it on, she received a call from Harrison Grant, and after hanging up, she didn’t check the phone, thus missing it.
Evelyn Clayton was still in a daze when Yara Reagan leaned over to see and spoke with a mocking tone.
"Look, we just talked about the devil and here he is. Looks like we shouldn’t talk about people behind their backs."
"What?" Evelyn Clayton chuckled, casually deleting the call record, out of sight, out of mind, "It’s just a call. Maybe it was a mistake."
Yara Reagan shook her head indignantly.
"How could it be? Harrison Grant is James Grant’s dad. There’s a high chance James Grant knows about today’s events. Either he’s calling to ask you, or he’s trying to persuade you! Why would he call for no reason?"
Though she said this, remembering seeing James Grant at the hotel yesterday and today’s inexplicable feelings at the venue, Evelyn Clayton remained silent.
She always felt that James Grant was at the venue today.
Otherwise, Trevor Hawthorne...
Seeing Evelyn Clayton frown in deep thought, Yara Reagan quickly interrupted.
"Alright, let’s not talk about this. Now that you’re finally done, hurry up and rest. The hotel room’s due tomorrow, sleep well, I’ll handle everything."
"No, I’d rather go home." Evelyn Clayton shook her head and stood up, "I’m still not used to the hotel."
Yara Reagan raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? It’s late."
Evelyn Clayton insisted, and Yara Reagan had nothing else to say. The two quickly packed up and checked out of the hotel.
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By the time they reached Evelyn Clayton’s neighborhood gate, it was already early morning.
"Alright, darling." Yara Reagan dropped her off at the gate, "The car’s still parked outside, I won’t accompany you in. Remember to rest well; you’ve finished the important things, and your only task now is to rest!"
Evelyn Clayton smiled softly, "Alright, I got it, don’t worry."
Watching Yara Reagan drive away, Evelyn Clayton turned and headed into the neighborhood.
The streetlights within the neighborhood were dim and tired.
Evelyn Clayton lowered her gaze and headed for the building entrance.
As she approached, Evelyn Clayton paused slightly.
The streetlight at the fork near her building’s entrance had somehow gone out.
Everything was pitch black; nothing could be seen.
Only the red light of the elevator inside the building’s glass door flickered on and off.
Evelyn Clayton wasn’t easily scared, but it was late, causing her to feel a faint sense of apprehension.
Quickening her pace, Evelyn Clayton was almost jogging to the building door.
The moment she grabbed the door handle, a hand suddenly reached out from behind.
Evelyn Clayton’s pupils widened instantly, and the next second, someone wrapped their arm tightly around her waist and covered her mouth and nose.
A cry of alarm lodged in her throat as the person holding her uttered a hoarse, threatening voice.
"Shut up! Do you want to die?"