Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 183: You Have to Listen to Me

After the shooting was over, Evelyn Clayton took the finished photos and went to Jas Grant’s office.

When she got to the door, she saw that Sumr Monroe was also in the office.

"Knock, knock."

She knocked, then directly walked in without waiting for Jas Grant to speak, placing the photos in front of him.

"Pick one as the project template."

"Did I invite you in?"

Jas Grant lazily leaned against the back of his chair, his hands crossed under his chin, his eyes half-closed in a languid manner.

"The door was open. If you didn’t want to co in, were you expecting a ghost?"

Evelyn Clayton looked down at him from a height, her words barbed.

She didn’t care; even if it was for show, there should be a limit!

Seeing the atmosphere was off, Sumr Monroe changed the topic: "Director Grant, I heard from Grandpa Grant that you’re getting engaged to the Yates Family’s eldest daughter, Lynn Yates. I didn’t know that Lynn was your type."

"Mm."

He nodded lightly, but his gaze fell deliberately or inadvertently on Evelyn Clayton, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table.

Evelyn Clayton directly ignored his gaze, boldly pulled out a chair, and sat down next to Sumr Monroe.

It was only when she got closer that she slled a peculiar faint fragrance.

It didn’t sll like perfu and wasn’t pungent.

She had never slled it before.

"Miss Monroe, after your last injury, did you use so dication? The sll on you doesn’t seem like perfu. By the way, has your injury healed?"

Her words caused the slight smile on Sumr Monroe’s face to falter for a mont.

Sumr Monroe shifted her gaze to Jas Grant, pulling a smile at the corner of her mouth, answering with sothing unrelated: "No need to worry. By the way, Director Grant, is your wedding date set? Make sure to send an invitation."

Jas Grant nodded again, coldly and indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Mm."

Looking at Sumr Monroe’s profile, Evelyn Clayton’s eyes were dark and unreadable.

She was clearly avoiding the topic of her injury on purpose, but why?

It seed that Evelyn Clayton’s stare was too direct, prompting Sumr Monroe to quickly change the subject.

"Miss Clayton, weren’t you here to discuss sothing with Director Grant?"

Evelyn Clayton realized then that she had co to talk business with Jas Grant.

"Right, pick the template so I can start designing the draft."

She nodded at Jas Grant with her chin.

Jas Grant shot her a glance, his gaze lazy, and began flipping through the photos one by one.

He didn’t look at them for a few seconds before flicking the photos back, his voice indifferent.

"None are good, reshoot them."

"Jas Grant, you’re doing this on purpose."

Evelyn Clayton’s face darkened, and she gritted her teeth.

She had scrutinized them for so long before showing them to Jas Grant.

But he dismissed them without even a second glance?!

"The Jacobs Family’s project—if you ss it up like this, how much can you afford to compensate?"

Jas Grant straightened up, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes indifferent, but his gaze carried a hint of provocation.

She clenched her jaw tight, her composed and cold face unable to find words.

The Jacobs Family’s project did require careful attention; the compensation alone was higher than her salary for several years.

"Besides, I am the boss, you have to listen to ."

His thin lips pressed slightly, the hint of an almost imperceptible smile at their edges.

"Fine."

Evelyn Clayton raised her eyebrows, taking a deep breath, her gaze cold.

Looking at Jas Grant’s irritating expression, she held back the urge to rush up and slap him, and turned to leave the office.

"Bang!"

The door slamd shut with a loud noise.

Jas Grant slightly lowered his head, and in a mont unseen by Sumr Monroe, his eyes curved into a crescent moon in detachnt.

"Director Grant, haven’t you and Miss Clayton always had a good relationship? What happened now..."

Sumr Monroe teased, her smile shallow.