Even if an illegitimate child has so sches, no one would give him the chance.
Without Harrison Grant, Matthew Sullivan is nothing!
"Ah—! How dare you hit !"
Matthew Sullivan swung his fist down: "Just hitting you!"
The surrounding people were shocked for a mont and quickly gathered to break up the fight. Two people grabbed Matthew Sullivan’s arms to pull him back when suddenly soone shouted, "Isn’t that your girlfriend?"
Evelyn Clayton had already seen Matthew Sullivan.
She didn’t plan to go over, got out of the car, went into a shop to buy so desserts, and was about to leave.
But in just that mont, the group of people opposite noticed her.
"Matthew, so that’s your girlfriend, huh." Quite pretty indeed.
This person had just mingled into this group, had heard of Evelyn Clayton, but it was the first ti seeing her, and couldn’t take his eyes off her face.
"Call her over, let’s et and have so fun together."
This person’s tone was no different from when they were looking for a model, making people feel disgusted.
Matthew Sullivan gave him a cold glance, turned around with a dark face, and walked away.
Back ho, he took out so dessert he bought and stuffed the rest into the fridge.
Evelyn Clayton changed into ho wear, and popped a souffle into her mouth.
The egg white aroma and fluffy texture, with the sweetness stimulating dopamine release, unconsciously relaxed her brain.
The tablet on the coffee table was still on a video call, and Yara Reagan called out a few tis without a response, so she had to hang up and redial, trying to use the call ringtone to bring back Evelyn Clayton’s wandering mind.
"I actually just zoned out for a mont." Evelyn Clayton, guilty, admitted her mistake quickly, even her sitting posture beca like a student’s, upright as if there was a supervisor listening to the class.
Yara Reagan put down the tablet she was holding, revealing a standard smile.
"Is that so, then repeat what I just said?"
How could Evelyn Clayton say it out loud? All she could do was employ diversion tactics.
"How’s your design drawing coming along? This ti the deadline is tight, you need to hurry up."
Yara Reagan smirked: "Then what do you think I was talking about just now?"
Fine, she precisely hit the sore spot.
Trying to regain respect failed, Evelyn Clayton feigned calmness: "You were just talking about the design drawings. Alright then, let’s give Yara a rit for her diligent effort and responsible attitude! On behalf of the team, I thank Yara for her contribution."
"You cheeky."
Looking at the tired face on the screen, Yara Reagan couldn’t bear to pursue it further and let Evelyn Clayton gloss over the topic.
After fooling around, they began to work seriously.
"In the background check done by Xiao Li, the partner should be from Creston. People over there like grandeur in architecture. I’ll compile and confirm the information tonight, and if there’s no accident, we’ll proceed in this direction."
Yara Reagan had no objections, but before hanging up, she couldn’t resist reminding.
"Sleep early, don’t stay up late."
Evelyn Clayton nodded perfunctorily.
"There’s a bit of cream at the corner of your mouth, I’ve taken a screenshot. If I find you haven’t slept before midnight, the picture will be sent to the company’s group chat imdiately." Let’s make you famous!
Evelyn Clayton was shocked, moved closer to the cara, and realized the other party had indeed raised her hand.
Yara Reagan was smug: "Thanks for the high-definition close-up picture, Miss Clayton."
Her smile carried a hint of threat, and Evelyn Clayton could only cross off three plans she needed to stay up late to complete.
It hadn’t been a week since they last t at The Grant Group, and Harrison Grant visited.
The first thing he said upon entering was to ask Evelyn Clayton and Matthew Sullivan to get married.
"Evelyn, you’ve always been a smart girl. Marrying Matthew, I will transfer all the shares of The Grant Group I hold to both of you." Harrison Grant believed that the conditions he offered were generous and attractive enough.
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