Holding the knife from the man in black, he tapped it against Evelyn Clayton’s cheek.
The back of the knife was cold, the blade sharp, causing Evelyn to shiver in shock.
The subtle motion was caught, a sneer curved his lips, and the urge to ruin her face subsided a little.
What’s the use of being beautiful, isn’t she just out of style?
No wonder Jas Grant broke up with her. What part of such a woman deserves the Grant family’s heir?
"Truly overestimating yourself." Sumr Monroe sat back down, seemingly in good spirits: "Rember what I said, don’t forget once you leave."
Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips together and remained silent, saying nothing.
Seeing her unresponsive, Sumr Monroe rested her chin on her hand, arrogance unveiled in her eyes: "Miss Clayton, given my status, my position, it’s perfectly reasonable for to ask soone without any capital protection or power like you to do sothing within your ans, don’t you think?"
She looked at Evelyn Clayton as if looking at an obstinate child.
As Evelyn thought of this, she felt a wave of disgust.
The "threat" from those at the top, adorned with wealth and power, could actually turn into a neutral "request."
It’s truly... ironic and helpless.
"I can’t out-talk you."
When you’re in soone else’s hands, it’s better not to resist hard when you need to concede.
Evelyn Clayton turned her head and looked at the only electronic device in the basent—
The TV was broadcasting financial news, and the interviewee was actually Lynn Yates!
"I deeply regret not being able to participate in this project that benefits the nation and the people... I hope my rival, The Ford Group, can perfectly present the concepts from the bidding, wishing them well..."
Evelyn Clayton couldn’t hear the rest, looking in disbelief.
"How could you...?"
She heard about how much the Yates Family invested in this project. Almost everyone in the circle believed Lynn Yates would win it.
Who would have thought the fruit would be picked by The Ford Group?
The crucial point is, there was never any news about The Ford Group entering the competition before.
A move at the last mont is the most irritating.
After enjoying the shock on her face, she slowly said, "What’s there to be surprised about? Lynn Yates is just a little girl who’s studied managent for a few extra years. It’s already hard enough for her to support the Yates Family, let alone compete with The Ford Group."
With just a little trick, one can cause the Yates Family to fail.
Having tasted the flavor of victory, feeling very smug.
"Lynn Yates isn’t as weak as you think."
While Evelyn Clayton wasn’t fond of the Yates sisters, she greatly admired Lynn Yates’s abilities.
In fact, Evelyn once considered Lynn Yates a goal to strive toward.
She sneered disdainfully and glanced at Evelyn Clayton: "Compared to Jas Grant and Tristan Hawthorne, what is she? Simply because there are few won in such positions for people like you to mythicize."
"Why am I telling you all this?" She casually discarded the dagger and stood up: "Just rember to stay far away from Jas Grant."
Leaving the basent.
In the empty room, only Evelyn Clayton was left.
Loneliness compelled her to constantly replay the recent conversation, her eyes growing ever deeper.
"What are you thinking about?"
A voice suddenly broke the silence and interrupted her thoughts.
Evelyn Clayton looked up, a familiar figure was already in front of her.
The dagger that had been thrown down was now in his hand, and with a few quick movents, he cut the ropes binding her hands and feet.
"Thank you, Mr. Donovan."
Polite and yet slightly distant.
Knowing her current relationship with Jas Grant, Keith Donovan understood: "No need to thank ."
Once the ropes were removed, the dark bruises on her wrists and ankles were rather shocking.
"Can you still walk?" Keith Donovan withdrew his gaze.
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