This speculation is too terrifying. Yara Reagan dared not speak for a mont, slightly startled as she exchanged glances with Evelyn Clayton.
"Forget it, let’s not talk about this," Evelyn said softly, "Tonight, if soldiers co, we’ll block them; if water cos, we’ll cover it with earth. In any case, with Violet Ford around, even if she wants to use us, she won’t completely sell us out. After all, we still have a partnership with her."
After drinking half a bottle of wine, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan didn’t idle around; they began the office renovation.
The ti left for them is not much—there’s less than a month until the scheduled ti of the Xiaong Fashion Show 2.0. Within a month, they have to tidy up the office and recruit relevant talent.
If it weren’t for Violet Ford personally calling them for a dinner eting, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan wouldn’t have relaxed at all.
Night fell.
Arriving at the restaurant address sent by Violet Ford, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan went up to the top floor. At the door of Box One, they exchanged a glance and then let the waiter knock on the door.
"Oh, my partners have arrived!"
At the mont she saw the two of them, Violet Ford’s face lit up with a smile, and she stood up imdiately to greet them.
At the large round table in the private room sat Sumr Monroe, who had no expression, and Franklin Ford, who was calmly sipping tea.
What surprised Evelyn Clayton even more was that Soren Foster was also present, sitting next to Sumr Monroe, seemingly as a couple.
This dinner eting beca even more interesting...
Sumr Monroe, whose face was already not looking good, appeared even more sullen after Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan sat down.
But with Violet Ford present, she didn’t dare to act out.
Sumr Monroe forced a reluctant smile, "So the elder sister’s partners are Miss Clayton and Miss Reagan..."
"Yes," Violet Ford chuckled lightly, then looked at Sumr Monroe with feigned surprise, "What, you didn’t know? Can’t be. I see Soren and your mother running around everywhere every day, I thought you all were well-inford."
Violet Ford almost gave no face to Sumr Monroe, nearly throwing the words in her face.
After speaking, as if still not enough, Violet Ford looked at Evelyn Clayton with a smile, "Evelyn, you and Sumr have been friends for a long ti, but isn’t this the first ti sitting down to eat with her? Oh, and how about Soren, do you rember him?"
Evelyn Clayton understood clearly in her heart.
Violet Ford only wanted to use her to speak out about the unspeakable relationship between Sumr Monroe and Soren Foster, to hold sothing over Sumr Monroe.
What Violet Ford intended to do next was unclear to Evelyn Clayton, but at the mont, she felt an indescribable aversion to this approach.
It wasn’t that she was a saint, unwilling or unable to harm Sumr Monroe, but she always maintained a respectful distance from such matters.
What Violet Ford did only deepened her conflict with Sumr Monroe.
But this was also what Violet Ford wanted.
She wanted Evelyn Clayton to pick a side.
"Isn’t he Director Monroe’s assistant?" Evelyn Clayton curled her lips, looking directly at Sumr Monroe, and upon seeing the resentnt in her eyes, she smiled lightly, "But recently online there’s been a lot of gossip saying Director Monroe is quite close with her assistant. I’m quite curious, is that true?"
Sumr Monroe’s hand, resting under the table, clenched fiercely.
But she was calr than ever before.
Sumr Monroe knew very clearly that this ti her real enemy was Violet Ford.
She didn’t speak, and Soren Foster let out a low chuckle first.
"Miss Clayton, I am indeed Director Monroe’s assistant, and we do spend a lot of ti together, but that doesn’t really an anything."
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