As if sensing Evelyn Clayton’s thoughts, Jas Grant pushed her out from behind the pillar and walked out himself.
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Jas Grant’s deep voice sounded exceptionally good in the parking lot.
Matthew Sullivan’s face turned red instantly, awkward and angry.
"You—you were spying here?! Jas Grant, do you have no sha?"
"That’s too flattering, you’re even better." Jas Grant sneered, "Dad just promoted you to General Manager, and you’re hiding here fooling around with won. Who is the shaless one here?"
"I was discussing business!" Matthew Sullivan insisted vehently.
As long as he stayed firm, Jas Grant couldn’t randomly accuse him of ssing around with other won.
"Iris Lockwood, co down! Tell Director Grant, were we discussing business or not."
Iris Lockwood quickly touched up her makeup and got out of the car, seeing Jas Grant, she could only smile awkwardly, "Di-Director Grant, we really were discussing business."
"There are offices upstairs, what kind of business needs to be discussed in the parking lot."
"We—" Iris Lockwood couldn’t fabricate any further.
Matthew Sullivan’s face turned steely blue, Jas Grant usually seed nonchalant, but now he was taking things seriously.
"Jas Grant! Don’t be excessive, everyone knows how colorful your personal life is, what right do you have to criticize ?!"
"I don’t have the right, but Dad does. Think about how you’re going to explain it to him."
Matthew Sullivan was choked with rage, glaring at him fiercely before leaving with Iris Lockwood.
After the two left, Evelyn Clayton finally ca out from behind the pillar.
She let out a sigh of relief, looked at Jas Grant: "Thank you."
Jas Grant suddenly leaned forward, his handso face enlarged before her.
"You’re not the one having an affair, what are you guilty about?"
"I don’t want to hear Matthew Sullivan’s insincere explanations, nor do I want to watch Iris Lockwood putting on a pitiful act."
She just hoped for as little contact with them as possible.
After hearing her answer, Jas Grant smiled, "Then I did you a big favor, how do you plan to thank ?"
"Say it, what do you want?"
Evelyn Clayton ntally criticized his shrewdness as a businessman but answered impatiently.
She thought Jas Grant would say sothing shocking, but after a mont of silence, he simply said:
"Let’s record it this ti, pay back next ti."
"Alright." Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to be entangled with him further.
Just as she turned around to leave, her steps paused.
After a mont, she still turned back and said, "The bank card that Iris Lockwood gave to Matthew Sullivan just now, it’s mine."
"Your card?" Jas Grant raised an eyebrow slightly, "What do you an?"
"The Lockwood Family borrowed money from , saying it’s for investnt. I lent them thirty million from the fifty million cooperation funds you gave . Unexpectedly, Iris Lockwood gave it to Matthew Sullivan, I don’t know what he’s using the money for, but thirty million isn’t a small matter."
Jas Grant nodded, "I got it. Thank you for telling ."
"So are we settled now? I don’t have to repay you anymore—"
"No way." Jas Grant headed towards the elevator.
Noticing Evelyn Clayton wasn’t following, he deliberately looked back at her: "Let’s go, ti for the eting upstairs."
——
Today was a eting between Jas Grant, Evelyn Clayton, and the finance director to discuss the start-up budget for the Starlight Project.
The finance director kept squeezing the budget down, Evelyn Clayton argued with reasons.
The finance director kept looking at Jas Grant’s expressions.
Yet Jas Grant neither spoke in favor of Evelyn Clayton nor showed any signs.
If Jas Grant could give a hint, it’s not impossible to allocate more funds.
Finally, Evelyn Clayton couldn’t stand it anymore, "With this budget, do you still hope to find an innovative designer? You might as well go to Africa, even slaves aren’t exploited like this."
"What’s with the way you’re talking—"
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