Evelyn Clayton acted as if she didn’t see Iris Lockwood’s grim expression and spoke sincerely.
"Thank you so much, can I treat you to lunch?"
"Sure, sure!" Matthew Sullivan happily pulled out his phone, "I’ll book a restaurant. But I won’t let you pay, it has to be my treat."
"Either way is fine."
They seemed to completely forget the presence of others, including James Grant.
He tapped the table lightly, "Did I allow you to go for lunch?"
"Director Grant, Evelyn isn’t a robot. She’s been working all morning, isn’t it normal for her to be hungry? Are you really going to deprive her of the right to eat out of jealousy?"
Matthew Sullivan was extremely proud, seizing this rare opportunity to challenge James.
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"The work isn’t finished yet, so she can’t go for lunch. I haven’t reviewed the design. If I’m not satisfied, it has to be revised until I am."
Quentin Hale immediately brought over the drawings and laid them out for him to see.
James Grant glanced at them and nodded.
"Better than yesterday. But The Grant Group’s logo still isn’t big enough."
"Making it bigger will ruin the overall layout," Evelyn Clayton retorted calmly.
She could tell that James was giving her a way out.
If she really had to have lunch with Matthew, she wouldn’t be able to manage.
"Then adjust the overall layout," James Grant looked at her, "You should be able to do that."
"Okay, I’ll revise it."
Evelyn Clayton shrugged apologetically at Matthew Sullivan, "Sorry, I can’t have lunch with you."
"Then I’ll buy something and come up to eat with you."
"I don’t like my office to smell like food."
Matthew Sullivan didn’t dare annoy her, so he had to leave first.
Before leaving, he cast a fierce glance at James Grant.
Soon after, only James Grant and Evelyn Clayton were left in the office.
"Thank you, Director Grant."
James Grant gave a faint smile, "Don’t misunderstand, your design draft really needs revisions."
"Alright, then I’ll continue working late."
James Grant’s smile faded for a moment, and his tone dropped a notch, "I noticed you’re quite nice to Matthew Sullivan."
"Don’t tell me you didn’t see I was deliberately provoking Iris Lockwood." Evelyn frowned at him, "Or are you actually jealous?"
She said it as a joke, but James Grant unexpectedly nodded.
"Yes. I do get jealous. So even if it’s to annoy Iris, be mindful of how you do it, don’t upset me."
"James Grant, are you serious?" Evelyn clearly didn’t believe it.
It was said that since his student days, countless girls had chased after James Grant.
And after entering The Grant Group to manage the family business, many more women approached him.
Be it models, actresses, or heiresses, James Grant never refused.
Could such a man really get jealous? She might as well believe a pig could climb a tree.
"I am serious. We are about to get married, getting jealous is normal, so please keep your distance from other men. Don’t forget our contract."
If she hadn’t mentioned the contract, Evelyn Clayton might have actually forgotten about that unequal agreement.
Hesitating for a moment, Evelyn lowered her gaze and organized her thoughts, "James Grant, there’s something I want to ask you."
"I’ve seen a photo of your father before, did he know my dad?"
The relationship between James Grant and Harrison Grant only extended to exchanging greetings during holidays.
They hardly spoke privately and were always wary of each other. James knew less about Harrison’s matters than the family’s housekeeper did.
Evelyn didn’t expect to get any clues from James, just didn’t anticipate his lack of familiarity with Harrison Grant.
"Isn’t he your father? Why do you talk about him like a stranger?"
"Because to me, he is no different from a stranger." James Grant’s expression was indifferent.