After finishing her words, Yara Reagan turned around and strode away.
At that moment, only the employees from the public relations department had arrived at the company early. They faintly sensed something was amiss outside but dared not comment. Occasionally, a couple of them sneaked glances, but quickly looked away upon seeing Evelyn Clayton’s expression.
When Rhys Jacobs came back, he saw Evelyn Clayton standing there with a somewhat desolate expression.
He paused slightly, hesitated, and then approached lightly, saying, "The people have been settled, Director Clayton, what next instructions do you have?"
Evelyn Clayton closed her eyes and exhaled, her voice slightly hoarse, "Are the media still outside?"
"Most have left, only a few persistent ones are still hanging around downstairs," Rhys said as his phone dinged with a notification. For original chapters go to novel⚑fire.net
He instinctively picked it up to check, and his expression subtly changed upon seeing the new message.
After reading the message, Rhys cautiously looked at Evelyn Clayton.
Evelyn met his gaze and said calmly, "What’s the matter?"
"Just now, Director Reagan sent me a message saying she won’t be coming to the company for the next month and asked that if there’s any work needed from her, I should remember to send it to her promptly..."
Rhys was bewildered and puzzled, "Director Clayton, what happened to Director Reagan?"
Evelyn Clayton’s throat felt incredibly dry, as if a crack had formed. It took her a long time to find her voice again.
"She’s... going on vacation," Evelyn said softly, then instructed, "Tonight, watch over the public relations department to ensure they handle the PR content properly. I need to step out for a while. Also, remember to contact the Ye Group, talk with them to see what they have planned. If anything comes up, send me a message."
After saying that, Evelyn Clayton turned around and went into her office.
Rhys didn’t even have time to say ’okay’ before Evelyn closed the door, looking like she did not want much interaction with anyone.
Seeing this, Rhys felt a bit uneasy inside.
The company was currently full of internal and external troubles, and now the two founders seemed to be at odds?
Rhys wanted to call Yara, however, it seemed she had already switched to vacation mode, as her phone was constantly turned off.
Back in her office, Evelyn Clayton seemed to have drained all her strength, sitting behind the desk without moving for a long time.
Thinking back to the look in Yara’s eyes when she left, Evelyn felt the void in her heart growing larger, the scar gaping and ready to devour everything she held dear.
It was unclear how much time had passed, but Evelyn gradually calmed down.
She checked the time on her phone and then sent a message to Franklin Ford, moving their meeting up to an earlier time.
Having set the meeting location, just as she prepared to get up, James Grant called.
Evelyn’s gaze shifted slightly. After contemplating for a moment, she took the call.
"I heard something happened over there," James’s voice was heavy. "I’ve been in meetings all morning, I just found out, that reporters went to Gem’s entrance?"
Evelyn softly responded, "Mm, but I’ve handled it now, everything’s fine, no need to worry."
James let out a sigh of relief but was still somewhat fearful, "You’ve had accidents because of online public opinion quite a few times... I’m afraid, afraid for me and you—"
Evelyn keenly perceived the underlying implication in James’s words.
He understood well that their romantic relationship was a ticking time bomb.
It’s just a matter of when and how it might explode, still within a range they can manage.
Evelyn’s brows twitched slightly.
"Don’t worry, we’ll be fine," Evelyn said, lowering her eyelids to cover the dimness in her eyes, "Once the time is right, I’ll go back with you to meet your father, how about that?"