A waft of smoke drifted from inside the room, and Evelyn Clayton noticed three cigarette butts at James Grant’s feet, instinctively furrowing her brows.
"You’re here? Why didn’t you let me know?"
"Didn’t you also become the new art director without telling me?"
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"You could’ve called."
"So you’re here to settle the score?"
"I just got here, running into you was purely accidental."
Despite Evelyn Clayton’s skepticism about the word "accidental," she followed the principle of avoiding unnecessary trouble and didn’t press further.
"Are you planning to keep smoking?"
"If you want one, I can give you some." James Grant pulled out a box of cigars and raised an eyebrow slightly, "This one’s pretty good, take it."
"When did I say I wanted to smoke?" Evelyn Clayton looked him up and down, "I just want you to make some space; I want to hide here."
"Don’t tell me this is a game you and Matthew Sullivan play during work hours."
Evelyn Clayton let out a cold laugh, "James Grant, there’s no one else here, even if I push you down, no one would know it was me who killed you."
"Hmm. So, are you going to do it?"
James Grant asked indifferently, as if discussing something irrelevant.
"I’ll let you go today."
Since James Grant wasn’t leaving, she could only leave herself.
Evelyn Clayton opened the door, just about to walk out, when James Grant suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Stay here, chat with me for a while."
"Aren’t you the CEO? If you give the word, wouldn’t people queue angrily at the company entrance for you?"
"Those people don’t understand me."
"I don’t either," Evelyn Clayton responded immediately.
"We don’t know how long we’ll be collaborating, if you’re already fed up with me so soon, what will you do next?"
Evelyn Clayton couldn’t continue, "I’ll change, alright?"
The atmosphere relaxed a bit, and James Grant casually asked, "Why the sudden thought of collaborating with The Grant Group? Though sizable, it’s not the best option."
Evelyn Clayton spread her hands, "You’ll have to go home and ask; it’s your dad’s intention."
Evelyn Clayton briefly outlined the process, causing James Grant to shake his head with a slight smile.
To bring together Evelyn Clayton and Matthew Sullivan, Harrison Grant really used every means possible—a testament to his effort.
James Grant looked down, laughing, "Next time something happens, discuss it with me in advance so I’m not caught off guard."
Evelyn Clayton didn’t see a hint of surprise in him, but she still nodded.
"Definitely next time, but even if we discuss it, what’s the point? Can you refuse him?"
Evelyn Clayton could refuse Harrison Grant, but she couldn’t refuse an opportunity to make money.
James Grant laughed, "No need. Just discuss it with me in advance, so I’m not taken by surprise."
"Alright." Evelyn Clayton pursed her lips, "Do you and Matthew Sullivan clash so much? You’re at odds even in business."
She wasn’t sure if she saw it correctly, but it seemed that James Grant sneered.
"He’s not qualified to be my opponent."
Evelyn Clayton was just about to continue questioning when she received a call from Harrison Grant, asking her to help deliver materials to Matthew Sullivan.
When Evelyn Clayton arrived at Matthew Sullivan’s office, she heard Iris Lockwood pestering him, asking why he hadn’t been paying attention to her lately.
Matthew Sullivan was so troubled that he almost called security several times.
"Marcus, are you really going to call security to kick me out? How can you be so heartless to me..." Iris Lockwood sniffled, feigning sadness, "Then I’ll just have to reveal our relationship to the world."