After hanging up the phone, Evelyn Clayton still looked worried.
Yara Reagan noticed and almost forcibly took her phone away, saying, "Alright, don’t think so much, you need to rest well!"
Outside, the moon rose over the fields, but Evelyn Clayton felt no sleepiness at all; in fact, she felt more awake than during the day.
"Now is not the ti to rest, the exhibition is only a week away, there’s trouble at the factory, and I still have to oversee the exhibition..." Evelyn Clayton felt a slight headache.
Yara Reagan pretended to be angry, pouting, "Am I not a person? Can’t I take care of these things? Do you have to wear yourself out?"
Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips and smiled helplessly, "I didn’t an that. Do you expect to handle all of this alone?"
Yara Reagan instinctively wanted to say yes but rembered that the factory and the exhibition venues were worlds apart, and unless she could be in two places at once, it was almost impossible to manage everything.
"We can hire soone to supervise the exhibition side," Yara Reagan suggested, "Let’s find soone reliable—"
"It’s not suitable. We haven’t exposed who’s behind the arson yet, I don’t trust anyone," Evelyn Clayton said with a grave expression.
After a pause, Evelyn Clayton made a decision, "Here’s the plan, I’ll be discharged tomorrow morning to supervise the factory. You oversee the exhibition. We’ll keep in touch at all tis."
Unable to argue with Evelyn Clayton, Yara Reagan ultimately agreed.
The next day.
Quentin Hale learned about the fire at Evelyn Clayton’s factory early in the morning and hurried to report it to Jas Grant.
"... Miss Clayton was discharged from the hospital this morning, with only a minor leg injury. A portion of the fabrics at the factory was burned, but it’s not a big problem; we just need to source new materials."
Jas Grant was having breakfast at the table with Jasper Grant when he heard this, and his pupils constricted slightly.
Almost instinctively, Jas Grant asked with a tense voice, "Why didn’t she rest a few more days?"
"The factory is rushing things, considering Miss Clayton’s character..." Quentin Hale hesitated, but his aning was clear.
Jas Grant’s expression froze slightly, tinged with so dissatisfaction.
Wasn’t Franklin Ford collaborating with her? Why isn’t he stepping up to help at a ti like this?
Glancing at Jas Grant, Jasper Grant coughed lightly, "Brother, if you’re anxious, why not go see her?"
Jas Grant’s face was slightly stiff, "I’m not anxious, just think she’s very foolish."
Too lazy to expose him, Jasper Grant rely said, "Sumr Monroe contacted Tim Young again, not sure if they will et. If that two-faced Tim Young turns against us again, it will be troubleso."
Jas Grant’s eyes narrowed, exuding a cold color.
He got up, went upstairs, and soon ca back down with a docunt, handing it to Jasper Grant.
Jasper Grant, curious, took it and opened it, imdiately raising an eyebrow in surprise, "When did you get this?"
"It’s not important," Jas Grant scoffed, "Just hand it over to the dia. The bigger the splash, the better. Otherwise, Sumr Monroe is like a centipede that never dies."
Jasper Grant couldn’t help but laugh, "Brother, you really know how to handle things."
The docunt contained so private photos of Sumr Monroe and her assistant, Soren Foster.
Such things weren’t rare; Sumr Monroe’s colorful private life had already been exposed by many paparazzi.
However, Sumr Monroe had managed to suppress everything in the past two years with her pervasive influence.
Jas Grant held onto them, knowing that such small news was nothing to Sumr Monroe.
He needed to ride another wave.
The eldest daughter of the Ford Family, surely she’s about to return to the country, right?
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