"Harrison Grant, how did you handle things back then? Why is Evelyn Clayton suspicious about the car accident from that year?! Didn’t you say everything was settled?!..."
"You’d better keep your word, if things get exposed, I won’t let you off the hook!"
anwhile, Evelyn Clayton had just left The Ford Group.
Jas Grant received a ssage from his assistant right after.
Upon learning that Evelyn Clayton t with Sumr Monroe, a shadow crossed his eyes, his emotions deep and unreadable.
In the office, the other people present seed to have their own thoughts about it.
Jas Grant exuded a cold aura; if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t dare speak at this mont.
Yet Tristan Hawthorne acted as if nothing happened, stroking his chin.
"Who would’ve thought, that girl Evelyn Clayton is quite gutsy, eting Sumr Monroe alone? Interesting."
"Jas Grant, what do you make of this?"
He nudged Jas Grant’s shoulder with his elbow, grinning cheekily.
"The conflict between Evelyn Clayton and Sumr Monroe runs pretty deep, though, if I may be blunt, it’s probably not all about you."
Jealousy and rivalry over affection between won were sothing Tristan had witnessed often.
But Evelyn Clayton’s actions this ti didn’t seem like simple territoriality.
"In the past, there were won who clung to you, and Evelyn Clayton turned a blind eye. When was there ever such a big fuss like this? I reckon Sumr Monroe must have threatened soone close to Evelyn, that’s why she got provoked."
Kieran Donovan didn’t speak but nodded in agreent.
Jas Grant remained silent.
His understanding of Evelyn Clayton far exceeded that of the two beside him.
What they could sense, how could Jas not feel it?
Recalling the previous unpleasantness, the aura around Jas Grant grew even colder, like ice in a millennium-old cellar.
"What are you planning to do?" Tristan Hawthorne looked at Jas Grant’s increasingly gloomy face, showing a bit of schadenfreude: "Just watch and do nothing?"
"No."
Jas Grant cherished his words, finally speaking.
He glanced at Tristan Hawthorne, "Let’s make a deal."
"Huh?"
Tristan Hawthorne raised a finger to point at himself.
"Help investigate the truth about Evelyn Clayton’s father’s car accident back then."
At this point, even if Jas Grant could sit still, he couldn’t continue to stand by.
He couldn’t allow Evelyn to face danger alone.
"Really? This matter isn’t simple. Although we have a brotherly bond, what do they say? Clear accounts keep friendships intact." Tristan’s eyes lit up at this, winking repeatedly as a hint: "Isn’t there an investnt project on the east side of town recently? I heard you were planning to get involved?"
"Yeah."
Jas Grant wasn’t a fool, he coolly uttered three words: "It’s yours."
Knowing Tristan for so long, just by his posture, he knew what this guy was up to.
Seeing Jas Grant agree so swiftly, the light in Tristan’s eyes shone brighter.
"Really? No wonder you’re Director Grant, so generous! Bold! Actually, about the Damian Plaza project, I also..."
"Fine."
Jas Grant’s tone carried a hint of gritted teeth.
Ordinarily, he wouldn’t let Tristan make those kinds of demands.
But now, if he didn’t act, Evelyn Clayton might really...
Although Jas Grant looked like a fish on the chopping block, Tristan didn’t dare push too far, knowing when to stop.
"Alright! Leave it to !"
With those two projects in hand, he had to give it his all.
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