After leaving the office and getting into the elevator, Evelyn Clayton received a message from May.
Good news, security hadn’t had the chance to get James Grant out yet, she went down and intercepted him.
Another message that wasn’t necessarily bad, but enough to make Evelyn Clayton a bit uneasy.
James Grant was now waiting in her office.
Evelyn Clayton couldn’t describe her feelings at that moment; she kind of hated this sensation.
It seemed no matter how much time passed, James Grant could still affect her emotions, making her restless.
Returning to the eighteenth floor, just as she entered the design department, May hurriedly came to her side.
"Evelyn, did you see the message?" May was inexplicably excited. "You just went to the CEO’s office, did the big boss say anything?"
Evelyn Clayton shook her head, then softly instructed, "Keep an eye on him, don’t approach my office casually."
"Got it! Don’t worry!"
With May around, Evelyn Clayton really didn’t need to worry too much about such things.
She walked slowly toward her office, but stopped at the doorway.
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Inside the office, sitting on the sofa, James Grant stood up the moment he saw her, looked over steadily.
Evelyn Clayton was calm enough. She nodded at James Grant as if receiving a business partner, "Sorry to keep Mr. Grant waiting."
James Grant stared intently at Evelyn Clayton’s face, looking at the face that had haunted his dreams countless nights. His heart felt a peak of acid and sorrow.
He would rather Evelyn Clayton treat him with coldness or anger.
What he feared most was this—neither cold nor warm, as if nothing had ever happened between them, just strangers who had just met.
"Please sit down." Evelyn Clayton gestured politely but distantly for James Grant to sit opposite her.
James Grant hesitated for a moment before slowly sitting down.
"What just happened was an accident. Let me apologize first." Evelyn Clayton poured him water. "I hope Mr. Grant wasn’t too startled."
James Grant felt like something was stuck in his throat. Though he had a thousand words to say, at the moment, he couldn’t express even a fraction of them.
After a long pause, James Grant spoke in a hoarse voice, "It’s alright..."
Evelyn Clayton looked steadily at James Grant for a while, getting straight to the point, "I won’t beat around the bush. Did you come here for something?"
James Grant felt like he was sawing at his own words, his mind was in turmoil, yet he couldn’t speak at all.
Evelyn Clayton seemed to understand his feelings completely, merely lowering her eyes slightly, then suddenly said, "Have you been looking for me for a long time?"
James Grant’s eyes turned red instantly.
"Yes." He struggled to control the tremor in his voice, trying in vain to regain some composure, "I looked for you for a long time, as soon as I learned you’d gone from Vesseria to Paris, I couldn’t wait... but I wasn’t intentionally following you, it was chaotic there, I was just afraid something would happen to you—"
Evelyn Clayton nodded, interrupting James Grant, "I know. I’ll always remember Mr. Grant’s help and will repay it in the future."
James Grant became anxious, "That’s not what I meant, and you know that..."
"Whether you mean it or not, I do." Evelyn Clayton didn’t meet James Grant’s eyes anymore; she couldn’t tell if she was avoiding him or what, "Let’s not talk about this. Let’s discuss some business."
"If you’re here to bring up the past again, please spare me."