Heather Donovan’s expression changed slightly upon hearing that.
She sat next to her daughter, her voice sinking a little, "Speaking of that person... I’ll tell you, he warned me the other day to keep you in line, to stop you from circling around James Grant. Whatever you want to do with Evelyn Clayton, I won’t interfere, but you must be careful with James Grant!"
Yolanda Thorne’s eyes flickered.
Thinking of James Grant’s attitude towards her, along with the troubles over the past few days, a sense of unspeakable annoyance arose in Yolanda Thorne’s heart.
Regret began to sprout, but Yolanda Thorne couldn’t express it.
"Things have already come to this, it’s hard to turn back." Yolanda Thorne laughed bitterly, "Even now, if I let James Grant and Evelyn Clayton off the hook, do you think they would let me go?"
Heather Donovan was at a loss for words for a moment.
After a while, Heather Donovan said with resignation, "At least, stop being so blatant in your actions!"
Yolanda Thorne, not bothering to say more, stood up preparing to go back to sleep, "I have my own plans, no need to worry about me. Better hurry and find Matthew Sullivan!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the living room was knocked.
The night outside was deep, and Yolanda Thorne could not think of anyone visiting at this hour, so she walked to the door and took a glance outside, then laughed angrily.
She opened the door, looking mockingly at the man in disguise.
It was Matthew Sullivan.
Matthew Sullivan, dressed all in black, almost blended into the night, and even so he wore a mask and hat, as if he couldn’t face the light.
Yolanda Thorne glanced dismissively, then turned and walked back into the living room.
The door wasn’t closed, Matthew Sullivan stood at the entrance, with traces of early autumn frost clinging to him. Get full chapters from novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Heather Donovan stepped forward and said angrily, "Why didn’t you answer your phone?! You messed things up, and now you’re pretending you vanished, is that it?"
Matthew Sullivan walked in silently, took off his mask, his expression indifferent.
His eyes were already filled with their usual gloom, "Someone’s been following me these past days, and they’ve installed eavesdropping software on my phone, so I couldn’t contact you."
As he spoke, Matthew Sullivan glanced at the cold and hostile Yolanda Thorne, "That matter, I really screwed it up. I didn’t expect that guy to be so stupid. But don’t worry, he’s dead now, can’t cause any ripple."
Yolanda Thorne’s anger subsided a bit upon hearing this.
But she still kept a stern face, glaring at Matthew Sullivan like he was garbage, "Even so, you messed up this time too, you come over now, I don’t have a penny for you."
"I know." Matthew Sullivan raised an eyebrow, half-jokingly, "I’m not here for money. Oh, or perhaps, I’m not doing all these just for money. Only because... aren’t our enemies the same?"
Yolanda Thorne didn’t speak, only raised an eyebrow slightly looking at Matthew Sullivan, "What do you want to say?"
"Regarding Evelyn Clayton and James Grant, I’ll continue." Matthew Sullivan’s eyes flashed with a malevolent expression, "I won’t let her live so comfortably!"
Yolanda Thorne raised an eyebrow slightly, "Oh, what do you plan to do?"
"I have my ways." Matthew Sullivan lowered his gaze to look at her, "Just hope that if I move against James Grant, you won’t feel heartache."
Yolanda Thorne snorted coldly, saying nothing.
But her slightly drifting gaze was caught by Matthew Sullivan.
"Matthew Sullivan, don’t just talk without action. If Evelyn Clayton keeps rising, and James Grant seizes my Thorne Holdings, what can you do alone?" Yolanda Thorne scoffed, "Besides dirty tricks, what else can you do?"