Evelyn Clayton didn’t hold back, straightforwardly stating her situation: "I’m sure you all know, I’m pretty much working solo over here, and recently there have been lots of rumors flying around. The reason I’m offering the lowest price is just to make friends with everyone and expand my network."
As she spoke, she raised her glass, "If President Wang and Director Liu are willing to cooperate with me today, I promise I won’t let you down. I also hope that we can become long-term partners and have more opportunities to work together in the future."
Evelyn Clayton knew very well that with the cards she and Yara Reagan currently held, it was far from enough to work with such a big crew. Even though Franklin Ford was supporting them from behind the scenes, he couldn’t possibly step in personally to negotiate deals.
All she had was sincerity.
After drinking a cup of tea, the people at the table responded with smiles but stayed silent on whether they would cooperate, instead engaging in small talk.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t rush, smiling warmly as she joined the conversation.
The meal was quite enjoyable for both hosts and guests, and towards the end, Josephine Warren finally laughed and had the director’s assistant bring out the contract.
Evelyn Clayton held her breath slightly, unable to suppress her excitement inside.
"It’s hard to refuse the lowest price," Josephine Warren concluded decisively, getting up to shake hands with Evelyn Clayton, "Please, Miss Clayton, don’t let us down."
When Evelyn Clayton walked out of the private room with the contract, she was almost in a daze.
Did it really just get finalized like that?
She called Yara Reagan, who obviously had been waiting for a long time, answering almost immediately.
"How did it go, how did it go?"
Evelyn Clayton, already slightly tipsy, walked towards the furthest restroom, her voice slightly trembling, "Yara... We did it!"
Yara Reagan instantly squealed: "Really, you’re not lying to me?!"
Evelyn Clayton’s smile deepened as she stopped walking, "Really, I’m not lying. Okay, let’s talk when I get back, I’ve already left."
After hanging up, Evelyn Clayton, in a good mood, continued to walk forward.
As she passed by a private room, she was drawn by the noisy chatter inside, glancing inside unconsciously.
At that glance, Evelyn Clayton suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She turned her head to look, her gaze frozen.
Inside the private room, amidst the rowdy voices and continuous toasting, was a figure very familiar to her.
That person was lifting a liquor decanter in front of him and, urged on by others, downed it in one go. The clear, defined jawline and sharp side profile were strikingly handsome.
Evelyn Clayton was almost taken aback.
She stood there in uncertainty for a long time before remembering to step aside, ensuring that she wouldn’t be noticed by the people inside the room.
Was James Grant entertaining clients?
Why did it look more like he was here to get drunk on purpose?
That entire decanter of alcohol downed in one go made Evelyn Clayton feel nauseous just watching...
A thought rose in her mind, filled with disbelief.
Was James Grant socializing for business, pushing himself to drink...
But, with the support of the Yates Family, why would James Grant need to do such a thing?
While pondering this, a familiar female voice suddenly chimed in at her side, laced with cold, mocking amusement: "Oh, Evelyn Clayton, what a coincidence."
Evelyn Clayton turned her head to see Summer Monroe standing there nonchalantly, not sure when she had shown up.
"Director Thornton." Evelyn Clayton raised an eyebrow coolly, "It is quite a coincidence. What are you doing here?"
Summer Monroe tugged at the corner of her lips, her eyes flashing with ridicule towards Evelyn Clayton. She glanced at the room where James Grant was, scoffing lightly: "What, are you surprised to see James Grant here?"
Hearing this, Evelyn Clayton somewhat understood that Summer Monroe and James Grant were at the same gathering.
Before Evelyn Clayton could speak, Summer Monroe raised an eyebrow and sneered: "I have to say, this is all thanks to you. If it weren’t for the gossip about you and James Grant, the Yates Family wouldn’t care about what James Grant does, and they wouldn’t have temporarily withdrawn their support for him." Thɪs chapter is updated by n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
Summer Monroe kept talking, looking at Evelyn Clayton, the jealousy in her eyes growing deeper.
James Grant really likes Evelyn Clayton that much?