Early the next morning, Evelyn Clayton received a package.
As she opened it, she found a smoky pink evening gown.
Yara Reagan’s eyes widened: "What a beautiful dress!"
"Wait, was this sent to the wrong address?"
Yara pointed at the label on the package: "Look, it says right here. Evelyn Clayton, phone 12xxxxxxxxxx."
"But I never ordered an evening gown."
The fabric felt very soft, indicating it was expensive.
She had a suspicion in her heart but didn’t have time to verify it before James Grant called.
"Did you receive the dress?"
"Wear it tonight and accompany me to the banquet. I’ll come to pick you up."
"James Grant, when did you order this dress?"
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After hanging up, Yara noticed her heavy expression and asked cautiously.
"Evelyn, what’s the matter?"
"This dress is finely crafted and complex in design, meaning it was ordered at least half a month in advance. Back then, I hadn’t spoken to James Grant more than ten times. Isn’t it strange that he’d already ordered my dress?"
"It is a bit strange... How about you skip the event tonight."
"No, I’m going. I need to hear what other excuses he has!"
Just as she had put the dress away, Evelyn Clayton received a call from Matthew Sullivan.
"Evelyn, accompany me to the company banquet tonight. I’m wearing a white suit, so your outfit should match mine."
"... I can’t tonight. I’m supposed to be James Grant’s date."
Another setback courtesy of James Grant!
Always coming second to James Grant, Matthew Sullivan was fuming.
"Don’t forget we still have a labor contract. Plus, we haven’t ended our engagement. As my fiancée, it’s only right for you to go with me to the banquet!"
"You never told me I’d be responsible for your personal matters during work," Evelyn’s voice turned cold.
"There will be many famous designers at the banquet. Don’t you need to come with me to hear their opinions? I won’t understand their expertise, and you need to interpret for me."
"Think it over. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll let other clients know just how your studio’s service really is!"
Evelyn gritted her teeth: "Got it. Send me the address."
At three in the afternoon, Evelyn Clayton called James Grant, saying she had to work overtime tonight and couldn’t come.
"Why the sudden overtime?"
"Matthew Sullivan is also asking me to be his date."
"Then refuse him, unless you want to breach the contract."
Evelyn rolled her eyes: "You two really are brothers, using contracts to threaten people the same way."
"So, do you want to go with me?"
She pondered for three seconds.
If she had to choose one of them, it would be James Grant.
"Get ready early, Quentin Hale will pick you up."
James Grant hung up the phone.
Evelyn was left in a dilemma: should she wear white or smoky pink tonight!
Meanwhile, Matthew Sullivan was preening at home, having gotten a new hairstyle just to dazzle Evelyn tonight.
But one phone call ruined all his plans.
"Director Sullivan! You need to come to the office immediately; our project proposal seems to have leaked."
"How could the proposal leak? You bunch of idiots!"
With the banquet about to start, he couldn’t imagine the storm that would come if Harrison Grant found out about the loss.
He could only call Evelyn Clayton urgently: "Evelyn, you don’t need to come to the banquet tonight. I have an emergency."