"Honing my acting skills."
Vivian Clayton didn’t catch the gritted tone in James Grant’s voice and turned her head to continue her drawing.
Half an hour later, satisfied with the obvious progress on the drawing, she nodded approvingly.
Meanwhile, Matthew Sullivan transferred the thirty million given by Iris Lockwood into several shell companies before moving it into The Grant Group’s account, fabricating several contracts to have James Grant sign them before the end of the workday.
But when he walked into the office, he didn’t see James Grant. Instead, he found Vivian Clayton furiously writing.
To focus on her drawing, Vivian Clayton had tied up her long hair, tilted her head back to drink water, revealing her graceful, slender neck.
Matthew Sullivan was entranced, unconsciously standing at the doorway for quite a while.
Vivian Clayton lowered her eyes to the drawing, her long lashes quivering in the air.
The light fell from her smooth forehead to her perky nose, and then to her jelly-like lips.
The most captivating aspect was her expression; she was so focused that it seemed she could abandon everything else in the world, concentrating solely on the drawing at hand.
Tilting her head, Evelyn Clayton saw Matthew Sullivan at the door, her eyes turned cold immediately.
"Is there something you need?"
Matthew Sullivan’s gaze made her very uncomfortable.
"I’m here for James Grant’s signature on some contracts." Matthew Sullivan suppressed his greedy gaze. Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Oh. He stepped out." Vivian Clayton continued to lower her head to draw, "You should address him as Director Grant."
"... When will Director Grant be back?"
Matthew Sullivan wanted to stay a little longer with Vivian Clayton, "Then I’ll wait here for him."
This was James Grant’s office, and Vivian Clayton had no authority to chase people away.
But after sitting for just five minutes, Vivian Clayton couldn’t bear it any longer.
"Why do you keep staring at me? How am I supposed to work ?"
"Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention."
Finally alone with Vivian Clayton, in James Grant’s office no less, Matthew Sullivan wanted to seize the opportunity.
After much thought, he pulled out a document and approached Evelyn Clayton.
"Evelyn, can you help me take a look, do you understand this part of the proposal?"
Matthew Sullivan bent down, deliberately leaning closely against her shoulder.
"I just do the drawings. I don’t understand." Vivian Clayton frowned impatiently, dodging away.
Matthew Sullivan seemed oblivious to her resistance, moving even closer, "It’s fine, just take a look here with me. I always thought this part wasn’t clear—"
"Manager Sullivan, this is James Grant’s office, if you keep doing these pointless things, just put your stuff down and leave right now." Vivian Clayton stood up, her face cold.
"What? Already putting on the airs of the boss’s wife? We haven’t even annulled the engagement yet!"
Matthew Sullivan’s expression turned sullen as well.
Vivian Clayton didn’t bother arguing with him, gathering her drawings, "If you won’t leave, then I will."
"No!" Matthew Sullivan hugged Vivian Clayton from behind, "Vivian, please don’t go, okay? I really want to be alone with you, but I can never find the chance. Please pity me, and stay a bit with me!"
"Matthew Sullivan, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Vivian, don’t say such harsh words. I know I was wrong before, I neglected your feelings. From now on, I’ll change, okay? From now on, you’ll be the only woman for me, I won’t pay attention to anyone else."
"Matthew Sullivan, get lost now! I don’t want to say it again!"
Evelyn Clayton struggled desperately, but after all, she was a woman and couldn’t match Matthew Sullivan’s strength.
And at this moment, Matthew Sullivan was like a man possessed, clutching Vivian Clayton indiscriminately, cupping her face as he was about to kiss her.