Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 371: Going Against Me

anwhile, outside The Epheral Show Venue.

Sumr Monroe sat in the car, gazing distantly towards the venue across the street, a mocking curve on her lips.

Not long after, soone opened the car door.

"Things are almost ready over there." Soren Foster’s voice was calm, "Shall we head over now?"

Sumr sneered, "Of course, what else are we waiting for?"

Saying this, she closed the car door and coldly instructed the driver, "Drive, let’s go over there!"

As soon as she spoke, the driver had just started the car when suddenly a black McLaren sped out from an alley beside them, abruptly blocking Sumr’s car.

The screech of the rims scraping the ground was sharp and piercing. Sumr’s pupils dilated slightly, and upon recognizing the person in the other car, the surprise in her eyes slowly turned into a complex mix of emotions, finally settling on a faint jealousy and hatred.

She gritted her teeth slightly and got out of the car.

The owner of the McLaren also slowly got out; it was Jas Grant.

Jas Grant, in a black trench coat, his hair slightly unkempt, hung over his eyes, concealing so of the shadow within them.

He leaned gently against the car door, staring straight at Sumr, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

As the tobacco burned, blue smoke entwined around him, blurring Jas Grant’s features slightly.

Sumr approached slowly, the darkness in her eyes threatening to swallow her whole, "Jas Grant, did you co specifically to block my way?"

"What else?" Jas Grant snorted, "Did you think I ca to serenade you?"

As he spoke, his dark eyes shifted slightly, casting a aningful glance at Soren Foster.

Soren’s hand, hanging by his side, tightened slightly.

The anger and jealousy within Sumr almost set her ablaze, pushing her emotions to the brink of collapse.

"Jas Grant, do you really like Evelyn Clayton so much?! So much that you keep opposing again and again?!" Sumr shouted, her eyes bloodshot.

Jas Grant neither affird nor denied, but his silence was the best response, needing no further elaboration.

Without a response, Sumr grew increasingly manic.

She laughed coldly, her expression sinister, "Jas Grant, you like Evelyn Clayton so much, yet you don’t even have the guts to see her? Besides, you might not know this, but Franklin Ford and Evelyn Clayton are very close now."

The hand tapping the ash paused, Jas Grant looked at Sumr expressionlessly, "What do you an?"

"You don’t understand what I an? Do I have to spell it out?" Sumr’s words were full of mockery, "What’s wrong, sothing even Director Grant can’t handle?"

Jas Grant looked at her silently, before suddenly discarding the cigarette butt and stamping it out.

His arm moved slightly, and in the next second, Soren Foster stepped forward to block Sumr, watching Jas Grant warily.

Jas Grant glanced at Soren Foster and gave a derisive snort.

However, Sumr pushed Soren Foster aside.

Seeing Sumr, whose eyes were solely on Jas Grant, Soren Foster felt a gaping hole slowly tearing open in his chest, as if ready to devour him.

"Jas Grant, what’s the use of helping Evelyn Clayton now? There’s no future for the two of you." Sumr laughed quietly, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Jas Grant, "Instead of wasting your efforts, why not—"

"Sumr."

Jas Grant suddenly spoke, "I recently learned sothing. Do you want to hear it?"

Sumr was taken aback, "What?"

"I heard that years ago, my father betrayed and hard Evelyn Clayton’s father for profit." Jas Grant lightly raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Sumr’s expression, "I’m thinking, given how well you and your mother got along with my father, how much do you know about it?"