Evelyn Clayton squinted slightly, understanding the situation.
She stood up and walked outside.
Sure enough, two n were standing at the resting area.
Besides Jas Grant, Matthew Sullivan was also there.
Evelyn Clayton looked at Iris Lockwood with a half-smile: "Let’s go see what these two young masters are up to."
Jas Grant had already noticed her and at so point had moved to her side.
"Soone said a certain person is so busy they can’t even eat. I’m worried."
Evelyn Clayton caught the unsaid words and instinctively licked her dry lips.
"You’re blushing."
Jas Grant’s low voice reached her ears.
The surrounding employees quietly glanced over in their direction.
Matthew Sullivan also saw the ambiguous exchange between them, and jealousy flared up inside him but, due to his previous comnts stabilizing Iris Lockwood during the press conference, he could not openly compete with Jas Grant. He could only grit his teeth and hold back.
Evelyn Clayton cleared her throat softly, ignored the man, and walked towards the food cart.
Her retreating figure oddly resembled soone fleeing in haste.
Jas Grant raised an eyebrow, his long legs quickly catching up, and while walking, he boasted: "Reading too many docunts strains your eyes. I ordered a fish pot, and knowing you can’t stand the fishy sll, I asked the Top Cauldron chef to handle it specially."
There were two food carts, one from Jas Grant and one from Matthew Sullivan.
The warmth on Evelyn Clayton’s face subsided as she let the employees help themselves.
"Director Grant and Director Sullivan brought these treats. Take your pick."
Employees chid in: "Thank you, Director Grant. Thank you, Director Sullivan. Thank you, Director Clayton!"
Evelyn Clayton smiled and waved her hand.
Jas Grant handed her a serving, and when she opened it, it was generously prepared.
"Special treatnt for ?"
Jas Grant nodded: "Isn’t that only natural?"
Otherwise, why would he even be here?
Iris Lockwood picked a serving from Matthew Sullivan’s cart, and just as she was about to open it, she overheard soone nearby say: "The als from Director Grant and Director Sullivan taste quite similar."
"Mine’s a bit sweet."
"Yeah, mine too. Yours must be from Director Grant; it doesn’t have scallions or cilantro."
Loving sweets and avoiding scallions, ginger, and garlic—these are Evelyn Clayton’s habits.
Iris Lockwood turned to look at Matthew Sullivan.
Seeing Iris Lockwood’s displeased expression, Matthew Sullivan imdiately grinned in apology.
"Sorry, I’m just used to buying it this way. I’ll pay more attention next ti."
"Oh." Iris Lockwood took a bite of fish, but felt a twinge of bitterness in her heart.
She couldn’t taste the sweetness; instead, her tongue felt sour and astringent.
As she ate, an assistant suddenly ran over with a phone in hand: "Director Pierce, the sales side is reporting that Atlas Group’s goods didn’t et standards, and they want us to handle it imdiately."
At these words, everyone turned to look this way.
"What’s going on?" Jas Grant noticed that Evelyn Clayton’s expression was off and instinctively glanced at the phone screen, catching a glimpse of the word "Lawrence" before understanding: "Is there an issue with the batch sent to the Lawrence Family?"
While listening to the demands on the other end, Evelyn Clayton nodded.
Three minutes later, she hung up, addressed the employees: "The team responsible for The Lynch Family’s goods, organize your materials and clear your current tasks. Iris Lockwood, arrange the vehicles."
The urgency of the situation cut lunch short.
Everyone rushed around busily, yet orderly.
When Evelyn Clayton finally caught her breath, a bottle of water appeared to her right, and she turned surprised: "Why are you here too?"
Jas Grant held a bottle of mineral water between his long fingers, his lips curled in a faintly wicked smile.
Even though the goods were distributed by The Grant Group, this didn’t warrant the presence of the ever-busy Director Grant. Just standing there, Jas Grant seed overqualified for the task, almost unnecessary.
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