Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 31: Do You Really Have to Be So Ruthless?

Evelyn Clayton almost laughed when she heard this.

"He’s not doing it for , but for his own pride."

"That could be. Cindy Owens must be furious now; her role photo shoot was done, and now it’s all gone. Haha, serves her right!"

Cindy Owens walked to the door just in ti to hear this, furious but too afraid to leave.

This was her only chance to reclaim the role.

"Hello, I’m looking for Miss Clayton."

Yara Reagan turned around and saw Cindy Owens, whose eyes were about to pop out in shock.

Evelyn Clayton glanced over at the sound and then quickly looked away.

"Not available."

After being turned away twice, Cindy Owens was in a terrible mood, but she had to force a smile.

"I won’t take up much of your ti. Can we talk for a mont?"

"No."

Cindy Owens pinched herself to make herself stay.

With a guilty expression, she approached Evelyn Clayton, teary-eyed, and suddenly grabbed Evelyn’s hand.

"Miss Clayton, I just found out my fans caused you trouble yesterday, I’m really sorry. But please believe , it was an accident and has nothing to do with ."

Evelyn Clayton shut down her work page and cast a cold glance at her.

"I can swear on my acting career." Cindy Owens raised her hand imdiately.

Yara Reagan stuck out her tongue: "As expected of an actress, she can just make things up!"

"Miss Owens, you can’t just enjoy the halo your fans bring you without paying so cost, right? Fans’ actions require the main person to pay the price, that’s your cost." Evelyn Clayton impatiently glanced at her watch.

"I understand, but this role is really important to . Now Jas Grant won’t see , Miss Clayton, can you help ?"

Cindy Owens’ misty eyes looked pitiful, as if she had suffered an imnse grievance.

But Evelyn Clayton shook her head and said: "No."

"Why?" Cindy Owens almost couldn’t maintain her expression: "Evelyn Clayton, you should leave so room for yourself to see people again in the future. Do you really have to be this ruthless?"

Evelyn Clayton didn’t even lift her head: "We’re in different circles and won’t see each other in the future."

With that, Cindy Owens left angrily, turning back to glare fiercely at the sign after stepping out the door.

"Evelyn Clayton, you just wait and see!"

As lunchti approached, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan were discussing what delivery to order, when suddenly footsteps ca from the doorway.

"Slls so good!" Yara Reagan’s nose twitched: "Slls like shrimp dumplings."

Jas Grant teasingly smiled: "Your nose is pretty sharp."

Quentin Hale was carrying a box of snacks he had packed from The Phoenix Pavilion.

Seeing Jas Grant, Evelyn Clayton imdiately frowned and defensively closed her laptop.

"What do you want?"

Jas Grant spread his hands and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Are you worried I’ll plagiarize your work?"

"I’m just protecting my intellectual property," Evelyn Clayton said righteously. "You unscrupulous capitalists wouldn’t understand."

Jas didn’t refute this title, he just said: "A capitalist is here to bring you gourt food, will you eat?"

"What kind of gourt food?" Yara Reagan’s eyes shone.

"The signature dishes from The Phoenix Pavilion, I randomly ordered a few."

The Phoenix Pavilion, for a foodie like Yara Reagan, is a paradise!

Unfortunately, it’s too expensive and she hasn’t been willing to eat there.

But Evelyn Clayton remained wary: "You don’t co to the temple without a reason. Speak up if you have sothing to say."

"You’re my future wife, do I need a reason to be good to you?" Jas Grant picked the seat next to her: "A university wants to do an art exhibition, but the profit is too small, so our company doesn’t plan to do it. So I ca to ask you, do you want to do it?"

"An art exhibition!" Yara Reagan looked intrigued yet conflicted.