"Are you okay?" James Grant’s voice was tense, low and slightly hoarse, "I heard someone went to your factory to blockade you..."
Evelyn Clayton interrupted before he could finish, her long lashes drooping slightly, "I’m fine, I’m really good. Director Grant, is there anything else?"
Summer Monroe’s words seemed to linger in her ears; Evelyn Clayton’s slender fingers clenched bit by bit until her knuckles began to turn white.
Like the feeling of returning home with trepidation, she inexplicably wanted to hear James Grant’s voice, yet was afraid.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to take a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, "Evelyn Clayton, do you really not want to hear my voice?"
"I don’t." Evelyn Clayton looked up, her usually clear and bright alluring eyes now obscured and hard to express, "I’m really fine."
"You’re clearly hurt." James Grant’s tone tinged with barely perceptible anger, "Why are you hiding it from me? Why be so cold to me?"
Evelyn Clayton’s hand tightened for a moment and then loosened.
She looked aimlessly towards the shadows of the trees gently swaying with the breeze outside the house.
"Director Grant, I’m really fine. Just a minor injury, I don’t even need to go to the hospital." Something ridiculous seemed to block Evelyn Clayton’s throat, unable to be swallowed or spit out, "Moreover, Director Grant, if there’s nothing more in the future, you don’t need to call me anymore, let’s just focus on our own business."
After speaking, Evelyn Clayton felt like a prisoner awaiting execution, an indescribable terror and emptiness creeping over her heart.
Her deliberate coldness, how would James Grant react...
After a long time, all Evelyn Clayton heard was a sudden laugh from James Grant.
Evelyn Clayton tightly clutched the phone, and after a while, she let go in vain.
Within two days, Old Wang gave Evelyn Clayton a reply, indicating he was very willing to continue working with her and Yara Reagan.
Evelyn Clayton gathered her spirits and asked about Yara Reagan’s side.
Things were progressing smoothly on Yara Reagan’s side too. She had contacted Franklin Ford for help, and the company’s registration process was underway.
Meanwhile, the police contacted Evelyn Clayton.
"Miss Clayton, we’ve interrogated the people who blocked and slandered you before, they are indeed some radical netizens. For now, they’ve been temporarily detained according to sentencing. Do you want to pursue further accountability?"
Evelyn Clayton chose not to pursue further accountability, agreeing to the police’s arrangements. After signing the papers, the matter was temporarily resolved.
After returning, Evelyn Clayton issued another statement.
Perhaps due to the police’s deterrence, or perhaps realizing Evelyn Clayton wasn’t joking, the number of people spouting foul language online decreased significantly. Though occasionally there were some sarcastic remarks, overall, it was somewhat calm.
Evelyn Clayton thus decided not to dwell on this matter further.
In the evening, Franklin Ford called to inquire.
Upon hearing about Evelyn Clayton’s follow-up arrangements regarding the matter, Franklin Ford expressed some disagreement.
"Petty disturbances, over time, those people might escalate." Franklin Ford sighed lightly, "You should demand compensation."
Evelyn Clayton had her plans: "After all, I’m not seriously injured. If it gets out, it might provoke further backlash from netizens."
After saying this, Evelyn Clayton shifted the topic with a hint of laughter, "I mentioned meeting with Violet Ford earlier, is it possible to move up the time?"
Franklin Ford naturally had no objections and agreed promptly, saying Violet Ford had been looking forward to it for days.
Evelyn Clayton felt delighted.
"Then see you tonight, I happen to have a collaborative project on my side. Take a look and see if you’re interested then."