Iris Lockwood seed indifferent, looking down on them like a spoiled heiress.
"You got the benefit and you’re still not happy? Just consider it as repaying the favor when you let be on the cover before. Besides, I have even better projects; who cares about these petty profits? It was stupid to be tricked by Matthew Sullivan into not doing business! Now I’ve realized, a woman only becos strong when she makes money herself."
"It was pretty stupid before, you’re right about that."
Yara Reagan purposely picked her half-sentence and nodded in full agreent.
Upon hearing this, Iris Lockwood glared at her angrily: "I give you a project and you still ridicule , you really don’t know what’s good for you!"
After saying this, Iris Lockwood angrily grabbed her handbag, clicked her high heels, and left the café with a proud gait.
Soon, Evelyn Clayton’s phone rang.
She glanced at it, and Jas Grant’s na flashed before her eyes.
A hint of coldness and irritation appeared in her eyes, and she hung up the phone without hesitation.
Within seconds, the phone rang again, and without even glancing at it, she turned off the phone.
But Jas Grant didn’t know when to stop; on the contrary, he kept calling frantically.
Seeing Evelyn Clayton’s increasingly dark expression, Yara Reagan chuckled awkwardly: "Um, maybe I’ll go first, so you can answer the phone?"
Evelyn Clayton didn’t speak, tacitly agreeing to Yara’s suggestion.
Yara Reagan picked up her handbag, and before leaving, she specifically advised her: "Don’t ss with the tiger’s tail, rember that!"
Yara Reagan didn’t realize that it was Jas Grant who was ssing with the tiger’s tail.
The phone in the bag continued to ring non-stop, and with impatience, Evelyn Clayton answered the call, her voice exceptionally sharp and cold.
"What’s the rush? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
On the other end, Jas Grant was silent for a few seconds before speaking, his voice hoarse and deep: "I’ve found the person who was previously in charge of the cooperation between Sumr Monroe and The Grant Group."
Her grip on the phone tightened, and her throat suddenly felt dry.
After a mont, Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips together and rasped out a few words: "Address."
The call ended, and a ssage popped up with an address.
With her eyes lowered, her clear eyes looked at the address in the ssage, her expression unreadable.
After a while, she exhaled, grabbed the car keys, and drove to the address Jas Grant provided.
She navigated into an alley and saw Jas Grant’s luxury car from the entrance.
And a tall figure was leaning against the luxury car.
Evelyn Clayton parked, opened the door, and got out of the car.
Jas Grant was leaning against the car, his hands casually tucked on either side.
His ssy hair emphasized his defiance, a cigarette dangling roguishly from his lips.
Smoke swirled around, obscuring his deep, unfathomable black eyes.
"Where?"
Evelyn Clayton swept a cold gaze over his arrogant and rebellious deanor, straight to the point, not wanting to waste ti.
Jas Grant glanced at her with his dark eyes, didn’t say a word, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, the toe of his shoe pressed down on the glowing embers, grinding a few tis to extinguish it.
Then he glanced into the alley and turned to walk in.
Evelyn Clayton followed him.
The alley was deep and narrow, with hos and small vendors around, exuding a holy atmosphere.
She looked around, sowhat nostalgic.
It seed she hadn’t been to such places for a long ti.
The grudges within the wealthy circle were driving her crazy.
They walked for an unknown length of ti, Jas Grant’s pace was unhurried.
He stopped in front of a house that seed sowhat upscale, raised his eyebrows at her in indication: "Here."
For soone in charge of a billion-dollar project to live in a place like this, it’s hard to imagine it wasn’t by soone’s design.
Evelyn Clayton stepped up and knocked on the wooden door.
The wood made a heavy sound, echoing deep in the dark, secluded alley.
"Who is it?"
A man’s impatient voice ca from inside.
Then the door opened.
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