"Eldest Young Master Grant, are you annoyed that I’m not troubleso enough?"
Evelyn Clayton sat in the passenger seat, coldly questioning.
She just wanted to annul the engagent, yet now she was being sent back into the lion’s den.
"I’m only trying to help you. My father has been in the business world for so long that he can see through your lies at a glance. Do you think just ntioning a random na could fool him? In just one night, he could have the whole genealogy of the man you fabricated checked out clearly."
Surprised, Evelyn turned her head, only to see his focused profile while driving.
After shedding his playboy deanor, Jas Grant exuded a calm and reliable aura that strangely put people at ease.
Jas also turned slightly, and as their eyes t, Evelyn saw the amusent in his charming gaze.
He slightly curled his lips, "Are you impressed by my wisdom?"
The admiration she felt earlier vanished instantly, and Evelyn was speechless, "I’m only impressed by your thick skin!"
"Understandable, given my good looks. However, I do have a plan to help you get rid of Matthew Sullivan."
Evelyn was unconvinced, "What plan?"
"A contract marriage," Jas spoke in such a flat tone, it was as if he was discussing what to have for dinner.
Evelyn froze for a mont, then burst into laughter, retorting unceremoniously.
"Eldest Young Master Grant, did you bump your head on the bedside table? I want to break off the engagent precisely to avoid any involvent with the Grant Family. And now, you want to contractually marry you and return to the Grant Family? What have I been struggling for, then?"
"Don’t be so quick to refuse; I have valid reasons, and you might want to consider it."
Jas’ long index finger tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his tone casual.
"Once we have a contract marriage, your engagent with Matthew will naturally be void. Marrying would perfectly strike at Matthew and Iris. I have influence in the Grant Family, and Matthew, being just an illegitimate son, wouldn’t dare confront . I can provide you a peaceful living environnt, and I also hope you can do a small favor."
It seed sowhat reasonable, and Evelyn pondered for a mont.
"What favor?"
Jas used his tongue to press against his palate, "I’m not getting any younger and naturally hope to find a sensible woman to spend my days with. As long as you don’t interfere with , I won’t interfere with you. Moreover, with my protection, you’ll save yourself from a lot of trouble, especially from your stepfather."
His reasoning was sound, and Evelyn was almost persuaded.
"Rest assured, it’s just a contract marriage," Jas emphasized, striking while the iron was hot, "Once your troubles are resolved, we can divorce. You’ll have complete freedom."
The way he acted, it was like he was one step away from having "Please do it for free" written on his face.
Evelyn fell into contemplation.
——
On the streets lit by neon lights, traffic was bustling.
Evelyn had a small apartnt of her own in the city center.
She gave Jas directions, and the car drove all the way to the residential area.
Jas was uneasy about her going upstairs alone, so he accompanied her.
In the elevator, Evelyn nonchalantly turned back, glancing at the man behind her from the corner of her eye.
In a well-tailored suit, he looked tall and upright, and just his blurred silhouette gave a sense of security.
Evelyn felt a bit regretful.
Such an almost perfect-looking person, and not only was his surna Grant, but he was also a playboy, tsk!
"Ding!"
The elevator reached the floor, and Jas stepped out first.
His well-defined hand thoughtfully held the elevator door, only retrieving it after Evelyn stepped out.
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