The hulking n nearby, holding steel pipes: "You’re lucky today, kid. The cops are coming, we don’t have ti to deal with you. If we catch you ddling again, I’ll cripple you."
The n cursed as they turned and left.
Jas Grant raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around, and looked at the woman opposite: "Are you okay?"
Sumr Monroe stared with wide, watery eyes.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with this man, though today was their first eting.
"Thank you for helping ..." Sumr’s face was full of gratitude as she reached out to touch the corner of the man’s mouth. "Does it hurt a lot? Do you want to co to my place? I can bandage it for you."
Just as she finished speaking, a sneer sounded from beside them.
Evelyn Clayton walked over directly, a mocking curve on her lips, "No wonder they call you Eldest Young Master Grant. Your luck with won is phenonal."
The man’s expression was dark; seeing Evelyn Clayton unhard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, as if declaring sovereignty to the world: "Jealous?"
In the darkness, a trace of malice flashed in Sumr’s eyes, the hatred was hard to conceal. She could only clench her fists tightly and look away.
Once her emotions gradually cald down, she turned back, a harmless smile still on her face, and spoke softly.
"My surna is Monroe, Sumr Monroe. May I know this gentleman’s na?"
"He’s called Lei Feng."
Evelyn Clayton answered first.
After speaking, she wrapped her arm around Jas Grant’s waist without a care.
The two turned and left, their long shadows intertwined.
However, they had barely taken two steps when they suddenly heard the woman’s icy voice from behind.
"Evelyn Clayton, Jas Grant, since when did you two beco so close?"
Their steps halted, and their eyes t, filled with confusion.
They had never seen this woman before, how could she accurately say their nas?
Evelyn Clayton turned her head to look at Sumr Monroe.
"Miss Monroe, have we t before?"
"Whether we’ve t or not isn’t important. Tonight, I want to thank Mr. Grant, and as for Miss Clayton, I indeed want to say thank you too."
After speaking, Sumr Monroe displayed a faint smile and walked in the opposite direction.
A luxury car was parked not far away.
The engine roared, and a few seconds later, the car disappeared from their sight.
Evelyn Clayton was puzzled: "Jas Grant, could this be one of your old flings co seeking revenge?"
Jas Grant also frowned; in his mory, he had never seen such a woman.
Failing to co up with an answer, Evelyn Clayton changed the subject.
"You had a good fight just now, but don’t forget why we’re here today."
Saying that, she turned, intending to go back to the club, but was suddenly pulled back by the man.
Turning her head, she saw Jas Grant gesture slightly towards a distance, "The person we are looking for has co out."
Sure enough, following his gaze, they saw a distributor not far away canoodling with a woman.
Evelyn Clayton felt it was unsightly but still approached for the sake of their mission.
"Sir, sorry to interrupt."
Jas Grant followed closely, looking at the short, fat middle-aged man with a stern expression, his aura fully expanded.
The distributor shivered in fear and pushed the woman in his arms away, his speech stamring, "Di... Director Grant, what brings you here? What a coincidence."
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