Evelyn Clayton looked at the club na and address sent by Mr. Jiang, "This is a legitimate club, there are waiters and other custors watching. With Mr. Jiang’s status, it’s not suitable for causing trouble there, don’t worry."
"I’m sorry to make you clean up my ss again..." Yara Reagan pouted, about to cry, but was stopped by Evelyn Clayton.
"Don’t say that, this studio isn’t just yours, I have a share too. If this deal fails, I have to contribute financially as well."
Evelyn Clayton slept at ho all day, just waiting to attend the banquet that evening.
Anticipating that this matter wouldn’t be easily resolved, she deliberately wore a black suit to make herself appear formidable.
When she walked into the private room, Mr. Jiang was teasing a waitress. Her eyes were filled with disgust and disdain, but disappeared the mont Mr. Jiang turned to look at her.
"Mr. Jiang, I’m the host tonight, order whatever you like."
"Ah, having dinner with a beautiful woman, how can I let the lady foot the bill," Mr. Jiang looked her up and down, "I didn’t look closely yesterday, Director Clayton, you have quite a figure."
His face just shy of openly showing the words ’lecher.’
Evelyn Clayton smiled faintly and sat across from Mr. Jiang, placing her bag and phone on the chair, and poured herself a glass of water.
For so reason, though it was a casual gesture, Mr. Jiang felt her powerful presence.
Today, Evelyn Clayton had put on so heavy makeup, with eyeliner drawn long and uplifted, like a seductive snake that could claim a life at any mont.
"Mr. Jiang, I want to get straight to the point and discuss the contract with you..."
"Hey, no rush." Mr. Jiang poured three glasses of Baijiu and turned the lazy Susan to place them in front of Evelyn Clayton, "Drinking makes things easier. Drink first and show your sincerity, then I’ll decide whether this matter is open for discussion."
Evelyn Clayton smiled, taking all her self-restraint to control her temper.
"How about we drink after the discussion, it might taste even better then."
"Drink now, or there’s nothing to discuss." Mr. Jiang crossed his arms, looking as if daring her, "What can you do?"
If it weren’t for Yara Reagan, for the studio, Evelyn Clayton would have left long ago.
But thinking of Yara Reagan’s apprehensive deanor, she closed her eyes, "Fine, I’ll drink."
Fortunately, she anticipated needing to drink tonight, so she took so hangover pills in advance.
Downing three glasses of Baijiu, her stomach imdiately started burning, but she wasn’t dizzy yet.
"Mr. Jiang, I’ve finished drinking, can we talk now?"
"Alright alright alright. Director Clayton, you truly are a heroine." Mr. Jiang laughed heartily, "I won’t beat around the bush then, this contract matter is neither big nor small, but resolving it is just a matter of a word from ."
Evelyn Clayton wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Jiang, why not state your conditions directly, I don’t want to waste ti."
"One, you lose money. Two, you break up with Jas Grant."
Mr. Jiang’s conditions greatly surprised Evelyn Clayton. She had thought Mr. Jiang was targeting the studio, how did Jas Grant get involved?
Seeing her not respond, Mr. Jiang leaned forward, "Are you reluctant?"
The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t speak, but her expression was serious, as if she was contemplating.
"Mr. Jiang, is there any way to change the condition?"
"No." Mr. Jiang leaned back, his face fierce, "There are only two solutions to this matter, either lose money or you break up."
Evelyn Clayton quietly drank water, saying nothing.
She had drunk too fast earlier, the alcohol was hitting her afterwards, so she drank so water to ease it.
Mr. Jiang mistook it for her being unwilling to break up.
"What? Do you like Jas Grant that much? Are you reluctant to break up with him?"
"Indeed, I find it hard to let go." Evelyn Clayton put down the glass, eting Mr. Jiang’s gaze, "Our collaboration has nothing to do with Jas Grant, why should breaking up with him be the price?"
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