As if sensing Evelyn Clayton’s thoughts, James Grant pushed her out from behind the pillar and walked out himself.
James Grant’s deep voice sounded exceptionally good in the parking lot.
Matthew Sullivan’s face turned red instantly, awkward and angry.
"You—you were spying here?! James Grant, do you have no shame?"
"That’s too flattering, you’re even better." James Grant sneered, "Dad just promoted you to General Manager, and you’re hiding here fooling around with women. Who is the shameless one here?"
"I was discussing business!" Matthew Sullivan insisted vehemently.
As long as he stayed firm, James Grant couldn’t randomly accuse him of messing around with other women.
"Iris Lockwood, come down! Tell Director Grant, were we discussing business or not."
Iris Lockwood quickly touched up her makeup and got out of the car, seeing James Grant, she could only smile awkwardly, "Di-Director Grant, we really were discussing business."
"There are offices upstairs, what kind of business needs to be discussed in the parking lot."
"We—" Iris Lockwood couldn’t fabricate any further.
Matthew Sullivan’s face turned steely blue, James Grant usually seemed nonchalant, but now he was taking things seriously.
"James Grant! Don’t be excessive, everyone knows how colorful your personal life is, what right do you have to criticize me?!"
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Matthew Sullivan was choked with rage, glaring at him fiercely before leaving with Iris Lockwood.
After the two left, Evelyn Clayton finally came out from behind the pillar.
She let out a sigh of relief, looked at James Grant: "Thank you."
James Grant suddenly leaned forward, his handsome face enlarged before her.
"You’re not the one having an affair, what are you guilty about?"
"I don’t want to hear Matthew Sullivan’s insincere explanations, nor do I want to watch Iris Lockwood putting on a pitiful act."
She just hoped for as little contact with them as possible.
After hearing her answer, James Grant smiled, "Then I did you a big favor, how do you plan to thank me?"
"Say it, what do you want?"
Evelyn Clayton mentally criticized his shrewdness as a businessman but answered impatiently.
She thought James Grant would say something shocking, but after a moment of silence, he simply said:
"Let’s record it this time, pay me back next time."
"Alright." Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to be entangled with him further.
Just as she turned around to leave, her steps paused.
After a moment, she still turned back and said, "The bank card that Iris Lockwood gave to Matthew Sullivan just now, it’s mine."
"Your card?" James Grant raised an eyebrow slightly, "What do you mean?"
"The Lockwood Family borrowed money from me, saying it’s for investment. I lent them thirty million from the fifty million cooperation funds you gave me. Unexpectedly, Iris Lockwood gave it to Matthew Sullivan, I don’t know what he’s using the money for, but thirty million isn’t a small matter."
James Grant nodded, "I got it. Thank you for telling me."
"So are we settled now? I don’t have to repay you anymore—"
"No way." James Grant headed towards the elevator.
Noticing Evelyn Clayton wasn’t following, he deliberately looked back at her: "Let’s go, time for the meeting upstairs."
Today was a meeting between James Grant, Evelyn Clayton, and the finance director to discuss the start-up budget for the Starlight Project.
The finance director kept squeezing the budget down, Evelyn Clayton argued with reasons.
The finance director kept looking at James Grant’s expressions.
Yet James Grant neither spoke in favor of Evelyn Clayton nor showed any signs.
If James Grant could give a hint, it’s not impossible to allocate more funds.
Finally, Evelyn Clayton couldn’t stand it anymore, "With this budget, do you still hope to find an innovative designer? You might as well go to Africa, even slaves aren’t exploited ."
"What’s with the way you’re talking—"