James Grant was genuinely shocked, almost thinking he’d misheard Evelyn Clayton’s words. "You’re saying, to meet Grant—"
"That’s right, to meet him."
Over the phone, Evelyn’s voice lacked any obvious emotion, instead it held a subtle hint of amusement. "I know the conflict between you and him stems from something, but it’s not possible for you to never return to the Grant Family, nor can you forever deny his approval... Don’t you want us to be together openly?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"I do." James’s voice was slightly hoarse. "What I’m afraid of is that you don’t."
Ever since they agreed to be together, James had a lingering indescribable feeling.
He always felt that something about Evelyn seemed to have changed, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
Moreover, James sensed that Evelyn was hiding something from him.
"Although I’ve had many disagreements with your father before, and he deceived me for a long time, he is after all, your father, isn’t he?" Evelyn’s voice was gentle. "Don’t worry, I may not completely forgive him yet, but I won’t be as confrontational as before. After all, I even attended his birthday banquet."
James opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say, so he responded hoarsely, "Okay, give me some time—I will take you to meet him."
After hanging up, the smile on Evelyn’s face gradually faded.
Leaving only an unspoken fatigue.
Ultimately, actions must be taken.
For her mysteriously deceased father, she would sacrifice everything without hesitation.
Night fell over The Riverside Club.
Evelyn met with Violet Ford and Franklin Ford, exchanging drinks in a highly private suite.
The cups held tea, but the tea’s aroma overwhelmed them, leaving them silent for a moment.
Violet subtly raised her eyes to look at Evelyn.
Since she had spoken ill of Yara Reagan to Evelyn last time, Evelyn had almost stopped initiating contact with her.
In fact, Violet harbored some dissatisfaction, wanting Evelyn to come to her and admit fault.
This time, things weren’t any different.
Reflecting on this, Violet’s face had a touch of a smile, just as usual.
"How have you been these days, Evelyn? Franklin and I have been so busy, we haven’t managed to visit Gem."
Evelyn smiled gracefully, appearing calm and composed. "Whether good or not, Violet Ford must have seen it in the news. I can only say the conflict hasn’t erupted yet, but with so many eyes on Gem, we’re understandably a bit anxious."
Seeing Evelyn’s calmness, the dissatisfaction inside Violet rose again.
In her expectation, given Evelyn’s character, she wouldn’t be panicked and chaotic, but she wouldn’t be this composed either.
After all, the deceased had previously worked at Gem.
"Seeing Evelyn , it doesn’t seem anxious at all, but rather that everything has been dealt with." Violet smiled faintly, the sharpness in her eyes apparent.
Evelyn mimicked her with a slight curl of her lips, "Violet Ford knows my capabilities. The reason the problem isn’t severe is this matter is actually not hard to handle. As long as you grasp the crux, it quickly disperses. I’ve already contacted Summer Monroe and found someone who had frequent dealings with Julia Lawrence, Soren Foster."
Violet was almost dumbfounded, "What? You’ve found them?"
But Rhys Jacobs hadn’t informed her or Franklin at all!
She instinctively looked at her brother, only to see Franklin sipping his tea indifferently, without any intention of acknowledging her.
"Violet Ford needn’t be surprised, although we’ve found the person, it’s not very useful in this matter. Because, I’ve thought of another use for Soren Foster."