The disconnected beeping was particularly piercing in the dark night. Matthew Sullivan stood at the bottom of the apartnt building, a shadowy smile erging on the half of his face hidden in the night.
After a long ti, he turned and left.
Walking under the dim street lights, Matthew put on the hood of his hoodie and searched through his phone, finally finding a number without a note.
Matthew tugged at his lips and eventually pressed the call button.
The ringtone sounded unhurriedly, and after a while, it connected.
A male voice, slightly hoarse with a hint of laziness after desire, said, "Hello."
Matthew paused his steps, a smile not reaching his eyes, "Hello, Assistant Foster. Does what you said last ti still stand?"
The other side was silent for a long while, "Of course."
"Then please arrange for to see her, Assistant Foster."
*
The next morning, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan went to the factory together.
"The first batch of Gem’s autumn and winter clothing designs is already in preparation. Our preliminary idea is to take the affordable route and build a reputation first, but this way, our current factory production line is not enough, and we may have to open a new factory."
On the way, Yara earnestly reported the situation to Evelyn.
Evelyn nodded, "That’s doable, but which stores to work with after the clothes go online is also a problem."
"I’ve discussed this with Violet. She seems to really plan to cooperate with Lynn Yates, and she suggested that Rhys and I reach out when we have a chance."
Evelyn agreed, "That’s a good idea. Notify Rhys later to contact Lynn and see what their cooperation intentions are."
After inspecting the factory for a while, Rhys also called.
"I went to ask Yates, and Director Yates’s assistant said they couldn’t give a result today, as Director Yates went back to the Yates Family’s old residence to attend to sothing." Rhys spoke with a slight hesitation.
Evelyn instinctively asked, "Did you ask when we can talk again? The sooner, the better; how soon will Director Yates be back?"
Rhys paused for two seconds, then said, "The assistant said that Director Yates went ho to discuss matters with Mr. Yates and her fiancé and might not be free for the next two days."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn was stunned.
The fiancé, needless to say, who he was.
Lynn, contacted Jas Grant?
But if so, then why would Jas Grant...
Thinking of the call that was never connected and the lack of a return call, an indescribable feeling surged in Evelyn’s heart.
Sour, bitter.
After a long ti, Evelyn found her voice again, "Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Yara curiously asked, "What did they say?"
Evelyn blankly looked out at the street scenes flashing past the car window.
She slowly began, her voice a tad strained.
"Lynn went back ho to handle things and t with her fiancé."
Yara was stunned.
*
anwhile, at the Yates Family’s old residence.
Lynn Yates’s father, Charles Yates, was over fifty but showed no signs of aging. He sat imposingly on the sofa, holding a dragon-headed cane, and looked solemnly at Jas Grant across from him.
Beside him was Lynn’s mother, Alia Whitman, who, compared to Charles’s sternness, appeared gentle and kind, even with a smile in her eyes at this mont.
Alia discreetly examined Jas for a long ti before finally smiling, "Jas, there’s no grudge between father and son that lasts overnight. You should go back and properly apologize to your father, stop the nonsense, alright?"
Jas, with an indifferent expression, said, "Thanks for your advice, Auntie, but there’s no need. I’ve made my decision and won’t change it."
Seeing Jas’s determined attitude, Alia was stunned.
She exchanged a look with her husband, the coldness in Charles’s eyes deepened.
"You’re determined to cut ties with the Grant Family?" Charles suppressed the mocking tone in his voice and said slowly, "But then what about Lynn?"
Upon hearing this, a fleeting sense of mockery crossed the depths of Jas’s eyes.
He knew well the Yates parents’ intentions.
"What’s wrong with Lynn?" Jas feigned confusion, looking at Lynn’s parents with a half-smile.
Alia hid her embarrassnt.
"Jas, think about it. If you really leave Grant Family and no longer have succession rights in the future, should our Lynn live an uncertain life with you? Even if you have the ability to start anew, our Lynn, after all, is a lady from a distinguished family. Do you want her not to be recognized by your father?"
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