James Grant’s tone was indifferent: "None of your business."
Lynn Yates laughed, with a hint of anger and sarcasm: "Eldest Young Master Grant is so carefree, contributing today’s headlines, hiding away and leaving others to deal with the headache, right? Do you know that Evelyn Clayton called me this morning asking about you?"
James Grant was taken aback.
The next second, his hand trembled slightly as he went through today’s missed calls.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the pile, he saw Evelyn Clayton’s call.
He took a deep breath and asked slowly, "What did she say?"
"Asked where you were, but I couldn’t reach you either, so I naturally couldn’t answer her," Lynn Yates said coldly. "James Grant, you’d better take responsibility. You left a mess, worried those who care about you, and harmed the interests of those connected to you. Are you still a man?"
James Grant remained silent.
Lynn Yates was right; today, he did have some intention of avoiding responsibility.
But at the time, he thought Evelyn Clayton didn’t care, so he didn’t care either.
Unable to get a response from James Grant, Lynn Yates took a deep breath, "Your issue with Evelyn Clayton is none of my business, and how you handle it has nothing to do with me. But at least please attend the meeting with my parents. After all, our union is not just about the two of us, but more about the fusion of two families’ interests."
With that, Lynn Yates hung up the phone.
Listening to the dial tone, a deep sense of sarcasm filled James Grant’s eyes.
What Lynn Yates said was not wrong at all.
But because of that, he was desperate for change.
He could no longer endure Harrison Grant’s control.
After a long silence, James Grant sent a message to Quentin Hale, asking when to meet with the Yates parents.
Quentin Hale quickly replied, though it was just text, the sense of relief was palpable.
James Grant noted the time and had his driver take him back home.
The moon was high, gradually obscured by clouds.
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On the road, she received a call from Julia Lawrence, saying she would take a day off tomorrow. After Evelyn approved it, she decided to give everyone the morning off, since she would be inspecting the factory with Yara Reagan.
Back home, she had a simple dinner when a strange call suddenly came through.
Evelyn Clayton frowned slightly and answered with suspicion: "Hello, who is this?"
There was silence on the other end for a long time. Evelyn Clayton’s patience wore thin, and she spoke with a chill: "If you don’t speak, I’ll hang up."
A low chuckle suddenly came from the other side.
Evelyn Clayton’s heart rate spiked to the extreme.
Her knuckles tightened slightly, and she gritted her teeth: "Matthew Sullivan?"
"Hmm... Evelyn, you actually recognized me right away." Matthew Sullivan’s laughter was very pleased, "You’re quite familiar with me, aren’t you, Evelyn?"
Evelyn Clayton’s brow twitched slightly, her tone icy: "Matthew Sullivan, you still dare to contact me?"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Matthew Sullivan’s voice was hoarse, "Evelyn, are you disappointed? That you couldn’t pin me down in prison..."
Evelyn Clayton suppressed her anger, "What exactly do you want?"
"Nothing really, just wanted to ask how you’ve been. By the way, did you hear that James Grant had a falling out with Harrison Grant? How are you feeling about that news, happy?"
Evelyn Clayton’s patience ran out.
She spoke mockingly: "What’s that got to do with me? And what does it have to do with you? Matthew Sullivan, are you a rat skulking around in the shadows now?"
The man’s breathing suddenly grew heavy, clearly hit at his sorest spot.
After a long pause, Matthew Sullivan coldly laughed out loud.
"Evelyn Clayton, without the backing of the Grant Family, James Grant will be doomed sooner or later. When that time comes, it’ll be your turn. Why don’t you beg me now, and maybe I’ll spare you?"
Evelyn Clayton let out a mocking laugh.
"If you have the guts, come at me like last time and try to take me down."