James Grant’s hand hanging by his side slightly tightened.
He instinctively looked towards Evelyn Clayton, only to see her eyes cold and indifferent, silently gazing at him, as if telling James that she had acknowledged Shane Sinclair’s words.
James took a deep breath.
After a long pause, he suppressed the tremble in his voice, slowly opening his mouth, struggling to say, "...Miss Sinclair, could you give me a chance? I would like to talk to you alone."
James Grant’s compromise took Evelyn by surprise.
It was the first time in her life she had seen James Grant compromise.
James’s sudden display of weakness even surprised Shane Sinclair. He instinctively turned to look at Evelyn, with a hint of inquiry.
Evelyn lowered her eyes slightly, indifferently saying, "Director Grant, if you want to talk to me alone, make an appointment at The Sinclair Group when we return to the country. I’ll consider it when I have time."
After speaking, Evelyn looked at Shane and calmly said, "Brother, let’s go."
Shane’s initially bad mood brightened immediately after hearing Evelyn’s word "Brother."
He glanced sideways at James with a subtle hint of pride and extended his arm.
Evelyn gracefully took Shane’s arm and got into the car with him.
James watched their backs, his heart aching to the extreme.
He was a man, so he could immediately see that Shane’s gaze at Evelyn just now was far from being merely brotherly.
And that almost triumphant look Shane gave before leaving...
James stood in place, his hand gradually clenching tight, his eyes deeply fixed on the vehicle driving away.
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It was a call from Quentin Hale.
James returned to his car and answered the call.
"Director Grant, I’ve arrived at the hotel, where are you?" Quentin asked urgently, "Are you safe now?"
Quentin, knowing an incident occurred there, had arranged protection for James but still felt uneasy, buying a ticket in the middle of the night to come over.
If something happened to James, Harvestide Holdings would collapse.
"I’m fine." James’s voice was slightly hoarse, he held the steering wheel tightly, his tone heavy, "Book a ticket to Aethelburg, now, immediately."
Quentin was dumbfounded, "Huh? Aren’t you returning to Riversend?"
James said no more, directly hanging up the phone.
He looked in the direction where Shane and Evelyn had left, his hand gradually tightening.
This time, he must seize the opportunity—he absolutely, absolutely would not hurt Evelyn again.
He wants to win Evelyn back.
Shane Sinclair and Evelyn Clayton boarded the plane and called Pauline Warren to assure her.
Neither of them mentioned anything about James Grant, to prevent Pauline from worrying more.
When the plane took off, Evelyn put both her phones on airplane mode.
Shane, noticing this, chuckled softly, "There’s Wi-Fi on the plane, no need."
"It’s okay, I want some peace." Evelyn almost smiled bitterly, "The few calls I’ve received these days have gotten worse each time."
Shane gazed at Evelyn for a long time, lips slightly moved, "I’m sorry, I should have come with you."
Evelyn smiled with her lips pursed, "It’s nothing, actually it was quite an exciting journey, consider it an eye-opener."
Shane silently laughed a little, then withdrew some of his smile, his eyes testing as he looked at Evelyn.
"Evelyn, do you still want to see James Grant again?"