As the words fell, the science museum beca quieter by a third.
Jas Grant gave Evelyn Clayton a aningful look, and indeed, her petite earlobes tinged with a faint red.
"She’s not running a fever."
Hearing this, Evelyn looked over at Jas.
In front of the silver-painted robotic arm, the man exuded a mischievous vibe all over.
"She just... hmm—!"
Evelyn gave him a fierce glare and released her hand from covering his mouth.
eting his teasing eyes, her hand instantly changed direction, pretending to be disdainful as she brushed it twice across his body, then turned to leave with Yara Reagan.
"There’s sothing at the studio, Yara and I will head back first."
Leaving in such haste that Yara had no ti to react.
Once in the car, Evelyn casually found an excuse to brush it off.
Yara didn’t think anything of it and believed her explanation fully.
After misleading her, Evelyn felt a bit guilty belatedly.
Her slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel for a mont: "After a day of fun, I’m a bit tired, and work can wait for a bit. So... why are you looking at like that?"
While speaking, Yara’s gaze moved away from her vibrantly red lips.
Evelyn’s heart imdiately tightened.
A private car suddenly honked from behind, startling her so much that she almost felt like "sothing’s wrong" was etched on her forehead.
Recalling Evelyn’s actions in the science museum, Yara suddenly realized Jas Grant’s words.
"Evelyn, as your good friend, I feel it necessary to say sothing."
The topic suddenly beca heavy.
Evelyn focused on driving, her expression also turning serious.
"Jas Grant is just a prodigal second-generation. He has the resources and energy, with countless past girlfriends, truly not an ideal choice for a lover." Yara paused here.
Evelyn noticed her gaze sweeping across her face.
A mont later, Yara’s tone unexpectedly lightened a bit: "But Evelyn, you’re no less charming. I believe with your allure, you could definitely win him over within half a year!"
Evelyn helplessly said, "Aren’t you a bit too confident in ?"
She really didn’t think she had the ability to make a playboy settle down.
But undeniably, Jas could be very captivating at tis.
Yara neither agreed nor disagreed with her words.
And so, a weekend passed just like that.
Early the next morning, Evelyn hadn’t even ward her office chair when the Whitman Family suddenly barged in.
First thing in the morning, sitting with people she detested, Evelyn just felt unlucky.
After taking a sip of water to moisten her throat, she feigned confusion: "Mr. and Mrs. Whitman, why are you here? There should be nothing left to talk between us."
Her tone was anything but courteous.
Mrs. Whitman’s face was already unpleasant, and hearing this, it turned even worse, glaring at Evelyn as though flas would shoot from her eyes, with Amber Whitman’s constant complaints echoing in her ears.
Her daughter was trapped abroad like a bird unable to return, yet the instigator of all this behaved nonchalantly while mocking them. How ridiculous!
Shaking in anger, Mrs. Whitman was cald when Victor Whitman, noticing the situation, hurriedly patted her hand.
This seed like a signal.
Two minutes later, Mrs. Whitman managed to resu the composed appearance she had upon entering, but her clenched pale fist still revealed a few hints of her bottled-up anger.
Evelyn nonchalantly retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, thought briefly, and understood why they had co.
Victor Whitman sighed, pretending: "Miss Clayton, please don’t joke with us old folks. This ti, we mainly want to discuss a deal with you."
"As long as Miss Clayton can persuade Jas Grant to spare my daughter, whatever demands you make afterward, I will try my best to et them."
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