"What are Keith Donovan’s tactics worth, really?" Jas Grant’s sharp eyes glinted with a hint of amusent. "If it were , I’d drown in the lure of softness rather than let so clowns push us around—shouldn’t we tightly hold on to our own won?"
As he spoke, his hand beneath the table continued to roam.
The subtle emotion that had just surfaced in Evelyn Clayton’s heart imdiately dissipated.
Expressionless, she slapped Jas Grant’s misbehaving hand away from her waist and, still not satisfied, pinched the man’s thigh.
Their little tactics were hidden behind the long table.
Clara Yates couldn’t see and wasn’t in the mood to notice.
Unable to understand the implication behind Jas Grant’s words, she could only awkwardly smile and ask, "Jas, have we been apart too long? I can’t seem to understand what you’re saying."
Her feigned ignorance was exactly as Jas Grant expected.
Thus, he wasn’t in a hurry to respond and didn’t even bother to spare her a glance.
Such indifference was enough to jumble Clara Yates’ thoughts and sink her heart even lower.
She couldn’t help but think in the worst direction—where had things gone wrong?
Evelyn Clayton withdrew her observing gaze, no longer interested in staying.
Clara Yates didn’t even realize she had done anything wrong; her eyes were fixated solely on profit.
Her stubbornness would lead to her downfall.
"Let’s go back," Evelyn Clayton said lightly.
Jas Grant didn’t object.
Just as they decided to leave, Clara Yates was unwilling to let them go. But then her phone rang; it was Lynn Yates.
"The project that Yates Group has been bidding on got snatched away in these past few days."
Without speaker mode on, the voice from the earpiece wasn’t loud.
Yet in the silence, it was jarring.
Instinctively, Clara Yates looked towards Jas Grant, but all she saw was his broad back.
She hurriedly lowered the volu, her grasp on the phone whitening her knuckles due to pressure, "Who did this?"
Who would dare rob the Yates Family’s project without blinking and without fearing death!
If she discovered the perpetrator...
Wait!
A thought inexplicably crossed her mind, causing a pang of panic in Clara Yates’ heart.
Lynn Yates’ voice reached her ears.
"Who else but The Grant Group?!"
A deafening buzz filled her brain, making Clara Yates’ pupils quiver.
"I wasn’t sure before, but now it’s certain. It’s because you made a move against Evelyn Clayton that Jas Grant is retaliating against the Yates Family. That man’s insane! You better wise up and apologize quickly; otherwise, once he has more ti on his hands, snatching a single project will be the least of your problems!"
"Clara Yates, didn’t you have so relations with Jas Grant? Apologize, make ands, say sothing nice, and maybe he’ll spare the Yates Family."
"Hello? Clara Yates, are you listening?!"
Lynn Yates’ voice, increasingly agitated, faded into muffled murmurs in Clara’s ears, yet she caught a few key words.
Apologize?
Plead?
Clara Yates bitterly smiled; she couldn’t imagine Jas Grant would buy into that tactic.
She barely ever got any benefit from Jas Grant, let alone after offending him.
What was once speculation was now confird, and Clara Yates’ heart was suspended in mid-air.
After a mont of inner turmoil, seeing Evelyn Clayton and Jas Grant about to step out, she finally called after them.
"Wait a mont!"
The urgent tone of a woman resonated throughout the space.
Jas Grant feigned ignorance, leading Evelyn Clayton without slowing.
Evelyn Clayton’s long lashes fluttered, instantly comprehending his motive—she chuckled despite herself.
Soone’s need for revenge was stronger than hers!
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