It seems like there’s a substantial grudge, Evelyn Clayton quickly stopped.
"OK, OK, I have enemies too, I understand your mindset. I’ll voice my opinions less from now on."
James Grant glanced at her, "You can speak, but you have to remember that we’re married, and our family’s interests come first. Meaning, you have to join me in dealing with Jasper Grant."
"Is it necessary to use such a serious word as ’dealing’?" Evelyn was a bit speechless.
"You’ll understand in the future, this word is already quite euphemized."
Obviously, this was James Grant’s concern, and Evelyn didn’t want to stir it up, so she quickly moved on.
"How about this logo?"
James Grant took the paper Evelyn handed him and nodded lightly.
"It’s alright, let’s go with this for now."
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Thank goodness, only she knew how much she wanted to go home!
If James Grant hadn’t kept her, she would already be at the studio having lunch.
Evelyn dashed to the door, but James Grant called her back.
"Let’s have lunch together."
"I want to go back," Evelyn politely refused, "I still have a lot of work to do."
"Whatever you can’t finish can be done tomorrow."
James Grant asked Quentin Hale to bring in the meal, and seeing it, Evelyn decided not to leave just yet.
These were all dishes she loved to eat.
"Just ordered some random stuff, can you manage to eat it?"
"Of course!" Evelyn didn’t show it, but she was beaming inside, saving a meal expense.
No choice, with their small business, every penny had to be counted, especially when someone else was providing lunch.
"But what about Iris Lockwood?"
"Matthew Sullivan will handle it."
Indeed, Matthew Sullivan was almost driven crazy by Iris Lockwood clinging to him, racking his brain to find ways to get rid of her.
"Marcus, I just ordered some delivery, and it came with a lot of fruit. I’ll keep the largest and sweetest one for you, and I’ll distribute the rest outside." Iris Lockwood waved the bag in her hand, trying hard to look like a virtuous wife.
But the wife Matthew Sullivan wanted wasn’t her.
"Stop right there, when did I ask you to buy things and hand them out?"
Matthew Sullivan, having been outdone by James Grant and Evelyn Clayton, naturally vented his frustration on Iris Lockwood.
"Stop acting on your own! Ridiculous!"
Iris Lockwood was stunned, then felt wronged.
"Marcus, I just wanted you to eat a bit better."
"Has the Grant Family gone bankrupt? Or are the Lockwood Family superior to us, do I need you to buy things for me? Iris Lockwood, not only are you clingy, but you also have delusions!"
Matthew Sullivan’s tone and expression were so full of contempt that it almost overflowed, Iris Lockwood pouted, feeling wronged, "Marcus, can you treat me a bit nicer?"
"How am I supposed to treat you nicely?! I’m inundated with issues from our sponsors; until I get this sorted, do you expect me to smile?"
Without meaning to, saying it, yet Iris Lockwood took it to heart, quickly plotting her next move in her mind.
"Stop boasting. Keep causing trouble and get out!"
Matthew Sullivan’s secretary called, saying the list was finalized and asked him to review it.
"Bring it in, and while you’re at it, book two spots at the restaurant downstairs."
Iris Lockwood thought it was a reservation for her, blushed slightly, and immediately took out her compact to touch up her makeup.
Matthew Sullivan glanced at her, thinking she had finally decided to leave.
"Let’s go, Marcus, let’s go downstairs for a meal. It’s going to be crowded with your company’s employees soon, we—"
"Iris Lockwood!" Matthew Sullivan interrupted her, having reached the end of his patience, "When did I ever say I would take you to lunch?"
"You reserved two spots, wasn’t it to take me to eat?" Iris Lockwood lowered her head shyly, "I won’t ask more, shall we just go?"