Jas Grant’s tone was indifferent: "None of your business."
Lynn Yates laughed, with a hint of anger and sarcasm: "Eldest Young Master Grant is so carefree, contributing today’s headlines, hiding away and leaving others to deal with the headache, right? Do you know that Evelyn Clayton called this morning asking about you?"
Jas Grant was taken aback.
The next second, his hand trembled slightly as he went through today’s missed calls.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the pile, he saw Evelyn Clayton’s call.
He took a deep breath and asked slowly, "What did she say?"
"Asked where you were, but I couldn’t reach you either, so I naturally couldn’t answer her," Lynn Yates said coldly. "Jas Grant, you’d better take responsibility. You left a ss, worried those who care about you, and hard the interests of those connected to you. Are you still a man?"
Jas Grant remained silent.
Lynn Yates was right; today, he did have so intention of avoiding responsibility.
But at the ti, he thought Evelyn Clayton didn’t care, so he didn’t care either.
Unable to get a response from Jas Grant, Lynn Yates took a deep breath, "Your issue with Evelyn Clayton is none of my business, and how you handle it has nothing to do with . But at least please attend the eting with my parents. After all, our union is not just about the two of us, but more about the fusion of two families’ interests."
With that, Lynn Yates hung up the phone.
Listening to the dial tone, a deep sense of sarcasm filled Jas Grant’s eyes.
What Lynn Yates said was not wrong at all.
He was a coward.
But because of that, he was desperate for change.
He could no longer endure Harrison Grant’s control.
After a long silence, Jas Grant sent a ssage to Quentin Hale, asking when to et with the Yates parents.
Quentin Hale quickly replied, though it was just text, the sense of relief was palpable.
Jas Grant noted the ti and had his driver take him back ho.
The moon was high, gradually obscured by clouds.
It wasn’t until the early hours that Evelyn Clayton finally returned ho.
On the road, she received a call from Julia Lawrence, saying she would take a day off tomorrow. After Evelyn approved it, she decided to give everyone the morning off, since she would be inspecting the factory with Yara Reagan.
Back ho, she had a simple dinner when a strange call suddenly ca through.
Evelyn Clayton frowned slightly and answered with suspicion: "Hello, who is this?"
There was silence on the other end for a long ti. Evelyn Clayton’s patience wore thin, and she spoke with a chill: "If you don’t speak, I’ll hang up."
A low chuckle suddenly ca from the other side.
Evelyn Clayton’s heart rate spiked to the extre.
Her knuckles tightened slightly, and she gritted her teeth: "Matthew Sullivan?"
"Hmm... Evelyn, you actually recognized right away." Matthew Sullivan’s laughter was very pleased, "You’re quite familiar with , aren’t you, Evelyn?"
Evelyn Clayton’s brow twitched slightly, her tone icy: "Matthew Sullivan, you still dare to contact ?"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Matthew Sullivan’s voice was hoarse, "Evelyn, are you disappointed? That you couldn’t pin down in prison..."
Evelyn Clayton suppressed her anger, "What exactly do you want?"
"Nothing really, just wanted to ask how you’ve been. By the way, did you hear that Jas Grant had a falling out with Harrison Grant? How are you feeling about that news, happy?"
Evelyn Clayton’s patience ran out.
She spoke mockingly: "What’s that got to do with ? And what does it have to do with you? Matthew Sullivan, are you a rat skulking around in the shadows now?"
The man’s breathing suddenly grew heavy, clearly hit at his sorest spot.
After a long pause, Matthew Sullivan coldly laughed out loud.
"Evelyn Clayton, without the backing of the Grant Family, Jas Grant will be dood sooner or later. When that ti cos, it’ll be your turn. Why don’t you beg now, and maybe I’ll spare you?"
Evelyn Clayton let out a mocking laugh.
"If you have the guts, co at like last ti and try to take down."
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