This speculation is too terrifying. Yara Reagan dared not speak for a moment, slightly startled as she exchanged glances with Evelyn Clayton.
"Forget it, let’s not talk about this," Evelyn said softly, "Tonight, if soldiers come, we’ll block them; if water comes, we’ll cover it with earth. In any case, with Violet Ford around, even if she wants to use us, she won’t completely sell us out. After all, we still have a partnership with her."
After drinking half a bottle of wine, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan didn’t idle around; they began the office renovation.
The time left for them is not much—there’s less than a month until the scheduled time of the Xiaomeng Fashion Show 2.0. Within a month, they have to tidy up the office and recruit relevant talent.
If it weren’t for Violet Ford personally calling them for a dinner meeting, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan wouldn’t have relaxed at all.
Arriving at the restaurant address sent by Violet Ford, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan went up to the top floor. At the door of Box One, they exchanged a glance and then let the waiter knock on the door.
"Oh, my partners have arrived!"
At the moment she saw the two of them, Violet Ford’s face lit up with a smile, and she stood up immediately to greet them.
At the large round table in the private room sat Summer Monroe, who had no expression, and Franklin Ford, who was calmly sipping tea.
What surprised Evelyn Clayton even more was that Soren Foster was also present, sitting next to Summer Monroe, seemingly as a couple.
This dinner meeting became even more interesting...
Summer Monroe, whose face was already not looking good, appeared even more sullen after Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan sat down.
But with Violet Ford present, she didn’t dare to act out.
Summer Monroe forced a reluctant smile, "So the elder sister’s partners are Miss Clayton and Miss Reagan..."
"Yes," Violet Ford chuckled lightly, then looked at Summer Monroe with feigned surprise, "What, you didn’t know? Can’t be. I see Soren and your mother running around everywhere every day, I thought you all were well-informed."
Violet Ford almost gave no face to Summer Monroe, nearly throwing the words in her face.
After speaking, as if still not enough, Violet Ford looked at Evelyn Clayton with a smile, "Evelyn, you and Summer have been friends for a long time, but isn’t this the first time sitting down to eat with her? Oh, and how about Soren, do you remember him?"
Evelyn Clayton understood clearly in her heart.
Violet Ford only wanted to use her to speak out about the unspeakable relationship between Summer Monroe and Soren Foster, to hold something over Summer Monroe.
What Violet Ford intended to do next was unclear to Evelyn Clayton, but at the moment, she felt an indescribable aversion to this approach.
It wasn’t that she was a saint, unwilling or unable to harm Summer Monroe, but she always maintained a respectful distance from such matters.
What Violet Ford did only deepened her conflict with Summer Monroe.
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She wanted Evelyn Clayton to pick a side.
"Isn’t he Director Monroe’s assistant?" Evelyn Clayton curled her lips, looking directly at Summer Monroe, and upon seeing the resentment in her eyes, she smiled lightly, "But recently online there’s been a lot of gossip saying Director Monroe is quite close with her assistant. I’m quite curious, is that true?"
Summer Monroe’s hand, resting under the table, clenched fiercely.
But she was calmer than ever before.
Summer Monroe knew very clearly that this time her real enemy was Violet Ford.
She didn’t speak, and Soren Foster let out a low chuckle first.
"Miss Clayton, I am indeed Director Monroe’s assistant, and we do spend a lot of time together, but that doesn’t really mean anything."