Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 720: How Can I Trust You

Upon reaching this point, Evelyn Clayton knew it was ti to get to the point.

"Let’s talk about the tea later." Evelyn smiled graciously and calmly, "You asked here today, is there sothing you want?"

Yvette Warren’s lips curled up, "Can’t it just be for a cup of tea? And maybe to inquire about my grandniece, she’s awake by now, right?"

Evelyn Clayton’s hand tightened slightly.

Yvette Warren really does know everything.

Seeing her like this, it seed that if there weren’t so remnants of apprehension, fearing that she’d truly provoke her, she might have openly stated she was surveilling her.

Suppressing her anger, Evelyn said calmly, "Yes, she’s awake, thank you for your concern."

Yvette glanced at Evelyn and chuckled lightly, "What, you don’t seem too happy? Think I had soone watching you?"

Seeing her ntion it so candidly, Evelyn decided not to pretend anymore.

"So, you really did have soone watching ?" Evelyn’s expression turned slightly cold, "I don’t understand your purpose in doing this."

Yvette picked up the purple clay cup in front of her, took a light sip, and casually said, "If I didn’t have soone following you, I’m afraid Arthur Chandler would have found your trace a long ti ago."

Evelyn’s pupils quaked slightly.

"You an—"

Yvette leisurely looked at Evelyn, the amusent in her eyes fading.

"That’s right, I’ve had soone following you all along. But it was with Pauline’s permission, she knows about this too. Otherwise, do you think the Sinclair Family alone could have protected you for so long?"

Evelyn Clayton’s hand tightened slightly.

She wanted to ask how long Arthur Chandler had been suspicious of her identity, but felt it might only expose herself.

So Evelyn decided to play dumb, raising her eyebrows slightly, her voice cold, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"Arthur Chandler’s little killings and other shady dealings, I’m well aware of."

Yvette threw another bombshell.

The hand Evelyn had hidden in her sleeve almost started to tremble.

A hint of red surfaced in her eyes, "Are you saying—"

"That’s right, killings and shady dealings—these things are just the tip of the iceberg of Arthur Chandler’s sins. They’re nothing." Yvette raised an eyebrow slightly, "What, still playing dumb with ?"

Evelyn’s sharp nails dug into her flesh; she still couldn’t easily trust.

Evelyn then said each word clearly, "What do you want to do? What does all of this have to do with ?"

"Let’s talk about sothing that does concern you." Yvette seed to have a lot of patience, even slightly bending her eyes, showing a rather friendly smile, "My grandniece got hurt, what do you think happened?"

Evelyn’s hand started to tremble; she maintained the last bit of composure, speaking each word deliberately, "It was an accident."

"Oh really?" Yvette raised an eyebrow and chuckled, then called her na in the next second, "Evelyn Clayton, are you more naive than your father?"

Evelyn abruptly stood up.

She lowered her gaze at Yvette, her feelings uncertain, whether hatred or sothing else, staring intently at Yvette.

"Calm down, sit back down first." Yvette raised her gaze, remaining calm and casual, "If you don’t believe , fine, whether you’re suspicious or not, I’ll tell you one thing—besides , there is no one else who can help you overthrow Arthur Chandler."

Evelyn slowly sat back down.

Their conversation had finally cleared the fog, Evelyn speaking one word at a ti, "You say you can help , how can you prove it? You and he are spouses; you and I, at best, are distant so-called relatives."

"How can I trust you?"