In the office, Jas Grant sat leisurely in Evelyn Clayton’s office, waiting for her to return.
As soon as the door opened, Evelyn saw him without his suit jacket, lazily leaning on her sofa, with the collar of his shirt half open in a casual manner, revealing his alluring collarbone.
Sitting there was an image of a restrained handso man.
The sight made her hand tremble involuntarily, grateful that she didn’t let Iris Lockwood co along; otherwise, she really wouldn’t know how to explain her breakup with Jas Grant.
"You’re back. What were you and Iris up to? Didn’t bully her, did you?"
He raised his attractive eyebrows, looking at her with a gaze that was aningful and addictively enticing.
Evelyn sneered coldly with disdainful phoenix eyes.
He really knows her, aware that she’s not the type to be bullied.
"Nothing much."
Even if she said it, it wouldn’t matter; the Monroe Family’s affairs weren’t related to the Grant Family.
Evelyn sat on the sofa next to him.
Jas raised an eyebrow, his gaze scanning her from head to toe: "Do you think I believe you?"
Just looking at his inexplicably irritating face made her annoyed, she cast him a scornful glance and spoke.
"Went to get so perfu. Last ti Sumr Monroe got hurt so badly at the studio, she was afraid of hospitals. This ti when I saw her, I slled a scent not like ordinary perfu, Iris said she had it."
Jas leaned on the sofa, lazily pressing his fingers against his jaw.
"Sumr’s deceased husband was Zachary Locke, and the Locke Family and Grant Family are still in cooperation."
Her eyes lit up for a mont.
Cooperation, so Sumr knows Harrison Grant?
From outside, suddenly a call was heard—
"Evelyn."
Before seeing soone co in, Evelyn directly threw a pillow over, signaling to Jas to mind his image.
The door opened, and Matthew Sullivan ca in.
Upon seeing Jas, his smile imdiately faded: "What are you doing here?"
Jas didn’t spare him a single extra glance, his attention fully on Evelyn, sitting upright with an air of indifferent ease.
"The photos from last ti. Did you reshoot them? Your efficiency is too slow."
Her efficiency is slow?
"You..."
Matthew directly interrupted her: "Clearly the photos were so good, was it not you doing this deliberately? Do you know how much Evelyn put into this project?"
After that, he deliberately brought up the engagent party: "Besides, you’re already engaged to the Yates Family, why not think about how to satisfy them!"
As the words fell, the temperature in the office plumted.
Evelyn couldn’t help but shiver, swallowing hard.
Jas’s jawline tightened; his face showed no emotional fluctuation but was so calm it beca increasingly terrifying, a chilling curve rising at his lips.
He stood up, step by step approaching Matthew.
The strong sense of oppression made Matthew sowhat regret saying those words.
"A dog should know what to say and what not to say. If one day there’s no tongue, it won’t be good."
The words were icy cold, and after speaking, Jas gave a reckless laugh by his ear.
Matthew’s face turned pale, he clenched his teeth and glared at him, but dared not speak a word, watching him leave the office.
Evelyn looked at Matthew’s obnoxious yet cowardly behavior, amused inwardly.
She stood up, but her expression turned solemn, pursing her red lips tightly.
"Matthew, thanks for speaking up for , but I just broke up with Jas not long ago, and the issues between you and Iris before, I can’t forget so quickly. Therefore, I can’t accept you yet."
Matthew was worried she would outright reject him and quickly changed his expression, pretending to understand.
"I know, I understand Evelyn, as long as you don’t push away, everything is fine. Let’s go on a date after work and get to know each other better."
She gritted her teeth.
Her face showed nothing, but inwardly she was complaining millions of tis.
Who wants to date him?!
But to avoid raising Matthew’s suspicion, Evelyn gritted her teeth, took a breath, and replied.
"Fine, then you go first, I have to work."
Matthew saw her agree, imdiately put on a smile, gave a few words of advice, and left.
——
After work, Evelyn had just tidied up and walked out of the office, only to see Jas leaning against the wall, one knee bent against it, standing at the doorway.
Seeing her co out, he slightly narrowed his hawk-like eyes: "Go ho."
"You go first, I have things to do."
Evelyn glanced down at her watch, waving her hand in refusal.
His narrowed eyes held a hint of doubt.
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