"What?" She was dumbfounded.
The Jensen boss didn’t make them compensate? Then what has she been busy with these past few days?
"Check your phone."
At 7:31 this morning, Mr. Jensen sent a ssage stating that since both parties couldn’t reach a consensus, the project deadline could be extended by another month.
Not a word about compensation.
Needless to say, the change in Mr. Jensen’s attitude was definitely because of Jas Grant.
"What did you threaten him with? Yesterday he was still pushing , saying either pay up or break up with you." Evelyn Clayton found it hard to believe.
Jas Grant raised an eyebrow, his expression instantly dangerous.
"Break up? Ha—"
He let out a cold laugh, it seed the Jensen Family hadn’t suffered enough from him.
Evelyn Clayton wanted to say more, but Jas Grant grabbed her jaw and gently kissed her.
"If there’s a threat like this again, tell ."
His eyes revealed ferocity and madness.
"For each one that cos, I’ll deal with one."
Evelyn Clayton pouted and rolled her eyes, "Alright, alright, I’ll definitely tell you next ti."
"I have to go back to the studio now to finish the project, once and for all! I won’t cooperate with them anymore; it’s disgusting!"
Only then did Jas Grant let go of Evelyn Clayton, satisfied, and drove her over.
"But Mr. Jensen was also following orders, did you know? I want to find out who’s behind this."
In the car, Evelyn Clayton was still frowning in thought.
A ga of this scale, just to make her break up with Jas Grant, who on earth could it be?
An urgent phone ring interrupted Evelyn Clayton’s thoughts, and Jas Grant glanced up.
It was Clara Yates.
Didn’t that just answer the question?
"Want revenge?"
Evelyn Clayton raised an eyebrow, "Only a fool doesn’t seek revenge!"
"Then answer the call."
Evelyn Clayton had already figured out what was going on.
Isn’t it just a price quote? Is it really worth going to such lengths to deal with her?
The thought was amusing.
"Jas, you’re back?" Clara Yates feigned ignorance, speaking with a fake voice, "Want to have lunch together? I have sothing to discuss with you."
"Sure, let’s et at the club from last night." Jas Grant’s tone was cold and expressionless.
Clara Yates’s voice halted; she still tried to play dumb, "What club? I don’t know."
"You stupid?" Jas Grant sneered, mocking her rcilessly.
"With intelligence like that, do you deserve to have a al with ?"
"No, no, no! I’ll book a table right away, don’t be late." Clara Yates didn’t dare bluff any longer, just hoping Jas Grant would show rcy later.
Going to the sa place as last night again, Evelyn Clayton wasn’t too pleased.
Jas Grant gripped her cold fingertips, his mouth curling up. "You wanted to let off steam, right? Then use their own tactics against them."
That’s easier said than done, but she couldn’t bring herself to drug soone like Clara Yates did.
She would just have to improvise when the ti ca.
At the entrance of the club, Clara Yates was waiting early, using the waiting ti to constantly touch up her makeup, her eyeliner getting thicker, even unbuttoning a couple more buttons on her blouse—
If she rembered correctly, Jas Grant liked won with good figures.
She was confident in her own shape, and if Jas Grant was willing, she wouldn’t mind having him punish her body to offset her mistakes.
Her plan crumbled the mont she saw Jas Grant walking in with Evelyn Clayton.
Jas Grant looked straight ahead, his gaze on her as if looking at sothing filthy, filled with disgust.
Evelyn Clayton, however, swept her gaze across Clara’s chest, her eyes full of mockery.
Clara Yates was furious.
"Jas, you brought soone along without telling ? Good thing I didn’t reserve a romantic dinner, or we wouldn’t have fit."
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