He felt it necessary to go back and report to Jas Grant, and see what she had turned his sister-in-law into.
Yes, from Jas’ reaction, Keith Donovan was firmly convinced that Evelyn Clayton was the one most likely to join the Grant Estate.
Evelyn Clayton tried walking a few steps, nodded.
"Okay, let’s go."
He really hadn’t taken Evelyn Clayton to heart. This villa didn’t seem like a place often stayed in, and security wasn’t tight—Keith Donovan didn’t encounter anyone when coming in.
It was as if Evelyn Clayton wasn’t on his mind at all.
Keith Donovan didn’t know what she was planning, but it was best to leave as soon as possible while she could.
Evelyn Clayton wasn’t pretentious, she twisted her ankle a few tis and then followed Keith Donovan out of the basent.
The path was smooth.
After getting in the car, Keith Donovan hesitated before starting it: "Jas was very worried when he found out you were taken. I can arrange a secret eting for the two of you, without anyone discovering it."
"Do you want to go?"
Evelyn Clayton didn’t even need to think and directly refused.
"No." After saying this, she paused, and Keith Donovan thought she was about to change her mind, he hadn’t even had ti to get happy.
Then he heard Evelyn Clayton’s softened voice: "If Mr. Donovan doesn’t mind, can you take to the city?"
She could grab a taxi ho from there.
Keith Donovan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a mont.
Seeing Evelyn Clayton with no hesitation, he uttered: "Are you mad at Jas?"
Evelyn Clayton looked at him oddly.
Keith Donovan automatically ignored her look and answered his own question.
"Also, you were in danger because of him, and he didn’t personally co to rescue you. It makes sense for you to be angry... but, ahem, I’m not really taking my brother’s side here, I just want to explain that Jas really wanted to co, he just..."
"You don’t have to explain so much to , Mr. Donovan." Evelyn Clayton interrupted him: "Whether he cos or not doesn’t matter, I won’t be angry because of that."
Then it’s because of sothing else that you’re angry.
Keith Donovan pondered for a mont.
"Did Jas do sothing wrong?" he asked cautiously.
After asking, his face darkened, what kind of tone was that.
All because of Jas Grant, he had to bear this awkwardness!
Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to discuss her sentintal troubles with others.
Constantly analyzing one’s feelings achieves nothing, only making oneself bla others and bringing no joy.
But when she spoke, there was a hint of resentnt: "How could he do anything wrong? Director Grant is wise and mighty, everything he says and every decision he makes is correct."
The words were too charged for Keith to respond.
He could only change the destination, taking her to the city and ensuring she got a cab before returning to the club.
Hearing the commotion, Jas Grant looked over, and noticing the one he wanted to see was absent, a tinge of disappointnt flashed in his eyes.
He quickly composed himself and asked hoarsely: "How is she?"
"Um..." Keith glanced at Tristan Hawthorne, who ignored him, so he had no choice but to repeat every word Evelyn Clayton had said to the two of them.
After Keith finished speaking, not only Jas Grant but even Tristan Hawthorne fell silent.
The room remained quiet for a long ti.
"Co on, Jas, aren’t you going to say sothing?" With things like this, what’s the point of staying silent.
Keith was anxious on his behalf.
Finally, finding soone they mutually liked.
Yet both of them were as if their mouths were glued shut, unable to string together a kind sentence.
How absurd.
Keith wondered if this was the dynamic his friend actually enjoyed.
"There’s nothing to say."
Jas Grant tugged the corners of his mouth, an indescribable feeling in his heart.
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