"It’s all because of you!" Amber Whitman completely lost it and shoved Evelyn Clayton hard. "I’m better than you at everything, and I couldn’t get into The Grant Group. Why did you get in? Isn’t it because you sold yourself? You sold yourself to Matthew Sullivan and then to Jas Grant, you—"
"Slap—"
A hard slap landed on Amber Whitman’s face.
The burning pain on her face reminded Amber that she was slapped by the person she looked down on the most.
She covered her face, looking at Evelyn Clayton in disbelief.
"You dared to hit ?!"
"Yes, I did! Since your parents don’t discipline you, soone else has to!" Evelyn Clayton sneered. "I wonder what reaction Jas Grant will have when he finds out you’re so dirty-handed?"
"..."
Amber Whitman panted heavily, not daring to speak.
She was indeed afraid of this matter reaching Jas Grant’s ears, but there was no way she was going to apologize to Evelyn Clayton now!
The two could only remain in a stalemate.
anwhile, there were only fifteen minutes left in the eting, and it was already in the concluding stage.
Jas Grant, upon hearing the news, handed the eting over to the deputy manager and left.
When he arrived, Matthew Sullivan was trying to comfort Evelyn Clayton.
"Don’t be angry, rest assured, I will get you justice."
Evelyn Clayton ignored him, but that didn’t stop Matthew from trying to please her.
"Later, I’ll take you to eat sothing nice..."
Just as Matthew Sullivan was about to hold Evelyn Clayton’s hand, Jas Grant, with a stern face, snapped—
"Enough of this nonsense!"
Everyone turned to look at him.
Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips together, not speaking.
She couldn’t determine Jas Grant’s attitude; what if Amber Whitman started making a scene?
Would Jas Grant really handle this impartially considering the Whitman Family’s reputation?
Sure enough, as soon as he appeared, Amber Whitman imdiately forced out a couple of tears.
"Jas, if you hadn’t co, I would’ve been bullied to death!"
Playing the victim!
Evelyn Clayton sneered, "Miss Whitman’s tears are really cheap, but even if you cry yourself dry, it doesn’t make stealing my design drafts right."
"Steal design drafts?" Jas Grant pushed away the approaching Amber Whitman, frowning slightly, "What’s going on?"
Seeing Jas Grant’s indifferent attitude, Amber bit her lower lip guiltily.
"Jas, I just wanted to joke with her. She took it seriously. Can you help explain to her? I won’t do it again."
She had done more excessive things before, but Jas had always laughed them off.
This ti should be the sa, right?
Thinking of this, Amber Whitman felt more confident, striking while the iron was hot.
"Jas, we’ve grown up together since we were kids, you know I ant no harm..."
Jas Grant ignored her and directly asked Xiao Zhang, "Where’s the surveillance footage? Let see."
Xiao Zhang quickly played the video.
On the screen, it clearly showed Amber Whitman sneaking into the office to steal the design drafts.
Replay after replay, a public humiliation.
At this point, Jas Grant’s face darkened to the extre.
Amber Whitman, on the side, wished the ground would open up and swallow her in her sha.
Evelyn Clayton, on the contrary, beca the calst person, as if this farce had nothing to do with her.
In reality, she was also unsure of Jas Grant’s true stance.
If Jas Grant intended to cover it up, this matter would still end inconclusively.
Finally, the video ended, and Jas Grant’s expression remained indifferent, giving away nothing.
Amber Whitman breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the matter was over, and said with a sense of luck, "Jas, I really was just joking. If she can’t handle this, how can she be your wife?"
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