Seeing Evelyn Clayton agree so readily, Pauline Warren still felt a bit uneasy.
Watching the two of them leave, Pauline Warren murmured anxiously, "This isn’t really good..."
"Let them have some time alone," Silas Sinclair watched the backs of the two departing figures, "Evelyn knows what she’s doing, don’t worry."
The Sinclair family was well aware that Yvette Warren’s sudden visit was most likely because of Evelyn Clayton.
But what exactly Yvette Warren intended was anyone’s guess.
After all, Evelyn Clayton’s identity was an open secret to Yvette Warren.
On the other side, Evelyn Clayton brought Yvette Warren to the small villa.
After sending Sharon to the room on the second floor, Evelyn Clayton said softly, "Sharon, play by yourself for a while, okay? If you need anything, call the nanny, okay? Mommy needs to talk to Aunt Yvette for a bit, okay?"
Sharon nodded obediently.
Evelyn Clayton left Sharon’s room, went downstairs, and saw Yvette Warren pausing in front of a painting in the living room.
The painting was done by Evelyn Clayton herself, depicting her and Sharon with quite some artistry.
Yvette Warren’s eyes showed undisguised admiration, "This is very well done. Is it your work?"
Evelyn Clayton nodded and poured tea for Yvette Warren, "I painted it when I had nothing to do, it’s just a doodle."
"You’re the chief designer and design director at Laprite; calling this a doodle is too modest," Yvette Warren chuckled, "I heard you’re soon going to work at the new department at Apex?"
Evelyn Clayton wasn’t surprised at all that Yvette Warren knew this.
Since meeting Yvette Warren again, Evelyn Clayton fully understood one thing.
In Aethelburg, although Yvette Warren’s influence wasn’t as powerful as Arthur Chandler’s, there was almost nothing she couldn’t find out if she wanted to.
That kind of reach must really be what they call having long arms.
"I used to work in fashion design, it’s my old trade," Evelyn Clayton smiled as she handed over a cup of red tea.
Yvette Warren took it, curling her lips slightly, "Are you talking about that Gem in Riversend? Where you’re the legal representative and major shareholder, but now the legal rep and major shareholder is..."
She seemed troubled for a moment, then looked as if she suddenly remembered, "It’s called Yara Reagan, right? And you have a long-term partnership with another entertainment company, whose CEO is Iris Lockwood, who is also legally your sister, right?"
The smile on Evelyn Clayton’s face faded quite a bit.
In fact, she was almost unable to maintain a smile.
But Evelyn Clayton remained calm, her expression unchanged, slightly curling her lips, "Aunt Yvette, you know a lot."
"Not really," Yvette Warren smiled gently, "I just had someone do a little digging. After all, you suddenly becoming my sister’s second daughter means I need to know your background."
Evelyn Clayton did not want to expose the truth or falseness of her words, tilting her head slightly, "What else has Aunt Yvette found out? Why not just say it all?" Original content can be found at N0velFire.ɴet
Yvette Warren took a sip of tea and chuckled, "As for the rest, didn’t I already say everything the last time we met?"
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Evelyn Clayton knew that they had finally arrived at the main topic.
After a long while, Evelyn Clayton slowly spoke, "I think Aunt Yvette should have understood what I meant."
"Of course," Yvette Warren’s eyes curved slightly, "I’m very glad you’re someone who understands the times."
The term ’understands the times’ made Evelyn Clayton somewhat uncomfortable, but she didn’t care.
With someone of Yvette Warren’s status, she naturally had to hold on tight.
After all, being close to Yvette Warren meant that she was only a step away from Arthur Chandler.