"See who it is; hang up if it’s not important. I’m driving, it’s inconvenient."
Evelyn Clayton picked up his phone, the contact noted: Harrison Grant.
Just as Evelyn Clayton activated the speaker, Harrison Grant’s angry voice blared through the phone.
"James Grant, what are you doing?!"
"I’m driving." James Grant remained unfazed by Harrison Grant’s tone, his expression unchanged.
"James Grant, I’m not joking with you."
Harrison Grant was furious; as soon as he got home today, Shirley Owens told him that a scandal involving James Grant, Evelyn Clayton, and a female celebrity had been broadcast on TV, affecting The Grant Group’s stock price.
Shirley Owens embellished the situation, first saying James Grant’s promiscuity was causing negative impact on the company, then saying everyone was laughing at the Grant Family.
Fuming, Harrison Grant broke a vase on the spot and called James Grant in a rage.
Even if Wendy Whitman were to come back from the dead today, she couldn’t stop him from reprimanding James Grant.
"I’m not joking either."
Seeing James Grant’s still unrepentant attitude.
Harrison Grant immediately reprimanded him, "James Grant, it’s this indifferent attitude of yours that almost ruined the entire company! I’ve told you many times, if you want to play around with women, I can tolerate it, but this time you went too far. You’ve caused a drop in the company’s stock price; how will you explain to the shareholders tomorrow?!"
"I’ve already handled it. As for the stock price, the U.S. market just opened; check again in three hours, I guarantee the stock price will increase instead of decrease."
Harrison Grant was skeptical, but James Grant spoke with such certainty that he had to change the subject.
"James Grant, Dad has always told you that a man’s career is the most important. Consider this a lesson; remember not to harm the company’s interests because of a woman in the future. I’m not talking about one woman, but any woman, including Evelyn Clayton, understand?"
Evelyn Clayton had initially been a bystander, but upon hearing Harrison Grant mention her, she immediately perked up.
"Understand what!" Harrison Grant took a deep breath and said earnestly, "I know you really like Evelyn Clayton right now, but don’t let emotions drive you. What do women matter? What does Evelyn Clayton matter? Her dad just gave me a heart, otherwise who knows where she’d be working now."
Evelyn Clayton subconsciously furrowed her brow.
Harrison Grant’s current attitude was completely different from how he usually was around her,
Evelyn Clayton felt a hint of doubt in her heart.
Noticing her expression, James Grant cleared his throat and ’kindly’ reminded, "Dad, Evelyn is right next to me."
The person on the other end clearly paused, James Grant glanced again at Evelyn Clayton’s expression, which hadn’t changed from before.
After a long while, Harrison Grant tentatively asked, "James Grant, you’re joking with me, aren’t you?"
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Harrison Grant nearly cursed.
But still worried, "James Grant, are you really not with Evelyn?"
"No. Dad, didn’t you watch her grow up? When have you ever seen her out so late not going home?"
"Hmm, indeed not." Harrison Grant relaxed a bit, "Anyway, listen to what I said; there are many women out there. Even if you get married in the future, I won’t stop you from playing around. Just remember, the company’s matters come first, everything else can wait."
"We’ll talk later. Dad, I’m driving, let’s stop talking."
James Grant hung up the call, and during the red light pause, he asked Evelyn Clayton, "Your face looks bad, are you feeling unwell?"
She was indeed feeling unwell, mentally.
"Uncle Grant doesn’t seem to like me very much." She gently furrowed her brows.