At the mont he looked up and saw her, a hint of relaxation appeared on his tense face, and then he quickly walked over.
"Where did you go?"
The three words of questioning carried a trace of anger he couldn’t suppress.
As he got closer, Evelyn Clayton could clearly see the raging anger in his eyes.
Evelyn Clayton felt a bit guilty, diverted her gaze, coughed lightly, and replied evasively.
"I didn’t go anywhere."
He raised an eyebrow in disbelief, his tone growing colder: "Didn’t you say you were feeling unwell? What are you doing here instead of resting?"
Thinking about her father’s death, which was inseparable from Harrison Grant.
Looking at Jas Grant before her, a sharp pain filled her eyes.
"Sorry, I’m going to the restroom."
Evelyn Clayton took a deep breath, trying to act normal, got up and walked around him towards the restroom.
Jas Grant stared directly at her back, his intense gaze seed to pierce her spine, seeing through her disguise.
Suddenly a female voice sounded behind him—
"Oh, Director Grant, long ti no see."
The woman approached with a seductive voice, swaying her hips, and directly wrapped her hand around his arm.
"Why haven’t you co to see lately? I’ve missed you terribly."
Jas Grant stood there, glancing indifferently at the beauty in front of him.
His innate nobility and aloofness were perfectly apparent, yet exceptionally distant and cold.
"Scram."
His brows and eyes were filled with aggression.
The beauty was surprised but let go guiltily.
Outside the door, Sumr Monroe stepped inside, seeing a provocatively dressed woman beside Jas Grant.
She slightly tilted her head, curved her lips, and stepped forward.
"Director Grant, who is this?"
She intentionally or unintentionally carried a cold disdain, her gaze slanted at the beauty.
"Don’t know her."
He didn’t even spare a glance at either of them, his eyes remained fixed in the direction of the restroom.
The beauty’s face looked embarrassed.
Sumr Monroe looked her up and down, contempt evident in her eyes: "Miss, isn’t it inappropriate to flirt with soone who is engaged?"
The beauty gritted her teeth, her face turning ugly, glaring fiercely at her before strutting away in her high heels.
"Director Grant, are you waiting for soone here?"
Speaking, Sumr Monroe moved closer, sitting down beside him.
He remained silent, his profile sharp, emanating a faint detachnt, his distinct black and white eyes unmoved.
Sumr Monroe was ignored, pursed her lips in displeasure.
She didn’t bother with niceties, getting straight to the point: "Director Grant, have you reconsidered the contract from last ti? This cooperation benefits you and The Grant Group imnsely without any drawbacks."
With that, Jas Grant finally shifted his gaze.
A chilling sight fell on her, causing her spine to tense: "No deal."
Just two simple words, yet they were piercing cold.
Today’s Jas Grant was more frightening than usual.
Sumr Monroe realized this and knew when to back off.
Provoking him when he was angry wouldn’t be wise either.
Elsewhere, Evelyn Clayton ca out of the restroom and saw Sumr Monroe sitting next to Jas Grant from afar.
And the look in Sumr Monroe’s eyes when she gazed at him carried a faint sparkle of interest.
She tilted her head slightly and walked straight over.
"Miss Monroe, what brings you here?"
Evelyn Clayton stood in front of Jas Grant, blocking Sumr Monroe’s view, looking down at her.
Her expression was calm but her tone carried a clear, cold authority.
Sumr Monroe sensed her hostility, and her tone softened: "Miss Clayton, I’m discussing business cooperation with Director Grant."
Cooperation?
She rembered, last ti Sumr Monroe also wanted to cooperate with Jas Grant.
She turned to glance at Jas Grant, his expression still grim.
His black eyes fixed steadily on her, carrying an inexplicable pressure.
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