"That was ant for and Evelyn Clayton." Matthew Sullivan rudely interrupted her fantasy, "It’s lunch ti, call her and ask if they’re done over there. If they are, have her co down and join for lunch."
Iris Lockwood was struck as if by a bolt from the blue and imdiately took a deep breath.
"Marcus, you’re not eating with and you want to ask another woman for you. Do you have any conscience?!"
"Your other option is to quit. I’m not forcing you to endure this indignity!"
"..."
Iris Lockwood tightened her grip on her bag’s straps, still unwilling to give up.
"Do you believe she’s having lunch with Jas Grant right now?"
Matthew Sullivan imdiately called Evelyn Clayton, and sure enough, she picked up with the sound of chewing.
"Who’s this?"
"Evelyn, I thought you were coming down to have lunch with ."
This grievance in his voice made Iris Lockwood want to throw up.
But she held it in; she didn’t want to waste food.
"Such a hassle, can’t be bothered to co down."
"Then I can co up to you! Just say the word, and I’ll be right there."
"No way—"
Evelyn Clayton hung up the phone.
Matthew Sullivan couldn’t stand it and vented his anger on Iris Lockwood.
Iris Lockwood dared not complain, silently blaming Evelyn Clayton.
——
"Ooh, that’s too much." Evelyn Clayton covered her al, stopping Jas Grant from adding more food onto her plate.
"You’re giving so much, I’m gonna get fat."
"You’re not fat at all."
Evelyn Clayton didn’t believe it; Jas Grant had been a charr for years, and who knew which of his words were true.
As she ate, Jas Grant kept adding new dishes for her.
"Try this too."
Evelyn Clayton leaned back in her chair, patting her round belly, feeling more and more like this was a ploy.
"I really can’t eat anymore."
Just as she put her chopsticks down, Jas Grant suddenly leaned toward her, his handso face enlarged, staring intently at her.
All of a sudden, Evelyn Clayton’s breath caught, her heart unknowingly sped up.
What’s this guy trying to do again? Even lunch isn’t peaceful? Is he trying to take advantage?
As Jas Grant’s face approached, Evelyn Clayton’s heart almost leapt out of her throat. She quickly stood up to avoid it, her ears burning red with embarrassnt.
mories of intimate monts flashed across her mind, making her cheeks blush again and her emotions a complete ss.
"Jas Grant, we’re at the office now, don’t overstep!"
Jas Grant blinked, realizing what she ant, and laughed, "What are you thinking, I just wanted to wipe the sauce off your mouth."
With that, he reached out gracefully, gently wiping away the sauce on her lips. To convince her, Jas Grant even waved his fingers at her.
Instantly, Evelyn Clayton’s ears turned even redder.
It’s all because of Jas Grant’s usual lack of seriousness, making her overly suspicious now!
"Don’t worry, I’m not that much of a beast." Jas Grant smiled, a hint of teasing glimring in his eyes.
Embarrassed, Evelyn Clayton could only press down her racing heart, looking for an excuse to leave: "I’m full, so I’m heading out!"
Unexpectedly, just as she stood up, a gorgeous woman with a stunning figure pushed through the door.
"Jas~" The woman rushed to Jas Grant as soon as she entered the office, about to give him a warm hug.
"What are you doing?" Jas Grant frowned, raising his hand to hold her back.
The woman pouted in grievance.
"Jas, you haven’t co to see for a while. Got a new fla? Is it her?"
Speaking, the woman glanced at Evelyn Clayton, with openly scornful scrutiny in her eyes.
She had only heard that Jas Grant was getting engaged, but didn’t know the so-called fiancée’s appearance, naturally not recognizing Evelyn Clayton; she just assud Evelyn was just another of Jas Grant’s many won.
Such a look made Evelyn Clayton very uncomfortable.
It instantly extinguished all her unrealistic fantasies from earlier.
Yes, a playboy like Jas Grant, with tricks like those, how could he use them on just her?
"Don’t look at like that, I’m his employee." She grew cold, stood up, and grabbed her bag, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first."
With that, she turned and left.
With Evelyn Clayton gone, the woman beca even more unrestrained, even sitting directly on Jas Grant’s lap.
"Jas, don’t you know how much I’ve missed you? You’re so heartless, having a so-called fiancée and then not contacting at all~"
The woman pouted coyly, wrapping her arms around Jas Grant’s neck, whispering enticing sounds in his ear.
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