The driver was already waiting downstairs.
Halfway through the ride, Jas Grant suddenly asked, "Did anyone inquire about my scandal today?"
"Yes. Second Young Master."
Quentin Hale was referring to Matthew Sullivan.
As long as Matthew Sullivan knew, he would definitely seize the opportunity to criticize him in front of Evelyn Clayton. Evelyn would also find out about last night’s incident.
Jas Grant remained expressionless.
Quentin Hale continued, "Matthew Sullivan’s secretary contacted Miss Clayton’s friend yesterday, apparently to place an order with Miss Clayton’s studio."
Clearly, his ulterior motive has nothing to do with business.
"It seems Matthew Sullivan has a lot of free ti," Jas Grant remarked playfully, curling his lips, "We need to give him sothing to do."
They arrived at the company.
"Good morning, Director Grant."
Quentin Hale handed over a cup of iced Aricano, placing all the docunts needing Jas Grant’s signature in front of him.
"Director Grant, these docunts need to go out this morning. Miss Owens called half an hour ago, saying she’d like to arrange dinner with you after work."
Jas Grant opened the files, leisurely asking, "Which Miss Owens?"
"Cindy Owens, the one rumored to be with you this morning."
Quentin Hale reminded him.
ntioning this rumor only cooled Jas Grant’s deanor further.
"Not available."
"Yes."
Just as Quentin Hale was about to leave, he suddenly heard Jas Grant ask, "What projects does Matthew Sullivan’s company have recently?"
"There’s an electrical grid project that’s about to start bidding. If all goes as expected, that’s his target."
Jas Grant signed his na without looking up, "Make sure he doesn’t win the bid, by any ans necessary."
"The electrical grid project involves many people, so it’s unlikely he could manage every aspect. Mistakes are easy," Quentin Hale displayed a professional smile, "Boss, I know what to do."
"Don’t let anyone disturb today."
"Understood."
Jas Grant handled docunts until noon, with Quentin Hale diligently ensuring no one disturbed him.
As for Evelyn Clayton...
Jas Grant glanced at his phone; still no response.
——
To finish Matthew Sullivan’s project early, Evelyn Clayton returned to the studio and got straight to work.
Yara Reagan felt guilty, sitting by her side while she worked, occasionally bringing her tea and water.
"Yara, with you watching like this, how am I supposed to work?" Evelyn Clayton looked at Yara Reagan helplessly, "If you’re bored, why not watch a movie over there?"
Yara Reagan pouted.
"I’m sorry, Evelyn, it’s all my fault for not investigating clearly beforehand. Now you have to deal with Matthew Sullivan’s harassnt..."
"It’s not harassnt," Evelyn Clayton patted Yara Reagan’s head, "Aren’t we still making money?"
Yara Reagan looked even more upset, "Evelyn, you’re comforting despite your grievances..."
"Silly, what grievances?"
As if to confirm Yara Reagan’s words, Matthew Sullivan called the next second.
Although Evelyn Clayton was very annoyed, they currently had a client-provider relationship, so she had to answer.
Yara Reagan cleverly activated the recording function, signaling Evelyn Clayton to put the call on speaker.
"Mr. Sullivan, do you have anything else to discuss?"
"Evelyn, you left in a rush just now and didn’t hear out. I have so thoughts about this design. Let’s discuss it over dinner later."
Yara Reagan frantically waved her hands, fearing Evelyn Clayton would agree.
Evelyn Clayton reassured her with a nod, mouthing, "Stay calm."
"I won’t entertain anything unrelated to work."
"Evelyn, don’t be so cold. I’m still your fiancé!"
"That won’t be the case for much longer."
Matthew Sullivan had always been arrogant in front of Evelyn Clayton, but now being treated so coldly, he was at his wit’s end.
"Evelyn Clayton, I’ve humbled myself many tis for you. Enough is enough!"
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