Tristan Hawthorne never expected that Yara Reagan would bring up this matter to blackmail James Grant.
He looked at Yara Reagan, a hint of unease and urgency in his eyes.
Bear in mind, James Grant is never one to be easily bullied. If provoked, there’s no telling what he might do...
Yara Reagan noticed Tristan Hawthorne’s gaze, but she ignored it, merely staring quietly at James Grant.
At this moment, James Grant was expressionless, but the gloom in his eyes deepened.
Tristan Hawthorne saw that Yara Reagan did not react, he could only glance at James Grant, and then, with a laugh that was somewhat forced, he said, his voice slightly tense, "We were all friends in the past; we can talk things over—" Find the newest release on ⓝovelFire.net
"Friends?" James Grant interrupted Tristan Hawthorne, "Director Reagan and I have never been friends."
Yara Reagan scoffed slightly in the manner of James Grant earlier, "Director Grant is correct. You and I have never been friends, but at least before, I never thought you’d do something ."
"Previously, I indeed didn’t quite agree with Evelyn being with you, because I didn’t know she got back together with you to investigate what Harrison Grant did in the past. Now it seems, Evelyn’s choice was actually right, you’re not worthy of a pure, unblemished love."
This statement made James Grant’s eyes go completely cold.
He looked firmly at Yara Reagan, speaking slowly after a long while, "Yara Reagan, don’t think that because Evelyn Clayton is close to you, I won’t dare touch you."
"I never thought that." Yara Reagan smiled slightly, "After all, you don’t even respect Evelyn, how could you respect her friends?"
Iris Lockwood found these words quite biting, instinctively glancing at Yara Reagan.
James Grant’s hand tightened slightly on the table, his flawless facade finally showed slight cracks, "I don’t respect her? When have I not respected her? I love her, I unconditionally support her, help her, and broke with the Grant Family for her—"
"Really?" Yara Reagan raised her eyebrows, her tone extremely mocking, "Oh, so in your eyes, you broke with the Grant Family for Evelyn? I thought Director Grant broke with your father over the unclear death of your mother, as if it’s an unprecedented act of filial piety!"
"When you and Lynn Yates were still engaged, you kept bothering Evelyn; as soon as you broke off with Lynn Yates, you reconciled with Evelyn, completely disregarding what situation you were putting her in. Do you think you hid it well? Do you still think it’s helping her?"
Yara Reagan’s mocking laugh grew deeper, "James Grant, stop dreaming. Evelyn didn’t fall into the abyss because of you and Lynn Yates; it was her own skills, her persistence, her luck, and it has nothing to do with you, James Grant!"
"You don’t love her, what you love most is yourself. Your so-called love is nothing but charity, because deep down, you think Evelyn is your possession."
As Yara Reagan finished speaking, the room fell silent, even the sound of breathing was incredibly clear.
Iris Lockwood didn’t dare to look at James Grant’s expression again, only tightly holding Yara Reagan’s hand under the table.
Tristan Hawthorne simply averted his gaze.
He understood that this matter had already gone beyond what he could mediate.
Yara Reagan fearlessly met James Grant’s murderous gaze, her eyes full of disdain.
She slowly stood up, speaking each word clearly, "Director Grant, I’ll wait for your news. If you don’t release her, then we’ll settle this in court."