Chapter 169: Chapter 169: If You Can’t Hold Your Liquor, Don’t Drink
"Evelyn! My brother drank too much at The Empyrean Club and is making a scene, refusing to leave! You have to come!"
Jasper Grant’s anxious voice was accompanied by another wild shout.
"Get lost, don’t touch me!"
On the other end of the phone, James Grant’s deep, hoarse voice came through, along with the sound of a bottle breaking.
Evelyn Clayton tightened her grip on the phone, her fingertips turning white as she pressed her red lips together.
"Let him deal with it."
James Grant himself lingered among the flowers at the bar, but when he got drunk, he thought of asking her to pick him up?
Did he really think she was someone he could summon and dismiss at will, a cheap bed partner?
"Evelyn Clayton, come over."
The voice on the other end was intermittent, hoarse, and magnetic as it called her name.
Evelyn took a deep breath, her nails digging into her palm: "Immature, get back yourself."
With that, she directly hung up the phone, feeling a suffocating heaviness in her chest.
Iris Lockwood was surprised that she would refuse, sarcastically praising her.
"Not bad, Evelyn, now you can even refuse Director Grant’s invitations."
"Evelyn, don’t get upset over such a fickle man, it’s not worth it! What’s so good about James Grant? In the end, he hasn’t changed, daring to ask you to pick him up from the bar, it’s a daydream."
Matthew Sullivan seized the opportunity, gently comforting her shoulders while she was heartbroken.
Evelyn furrowed her brows tightly and forcefully slapped away his hand.
"Touch me again and I’ll press charges, and getting involved with your fiancée’s sister—do you really think you’re so noble? You can’t even compare to even a toe of James Grant."
After saying this, Evelyn coldly glanced over his embarrassed, darkened face, stepping away in high heels without looking back.
The Empyrean Club.
Jasper Grant had been hung up on by Evelyn, nearly smashing his phone in anger.
His good brother who had drunk nearly twenty bottles of brandy was still smashing glasses non-stop at this moment.
The aura around him was menacing, making people afraid to approach, insisting on seeing Evelyn Clayton.
"Hurry up, Evelyn told him to get back himself."
"I’m really fed up, one and all, why are they so pretentious."
Jasper steeled his heart, directly calling Keith Donovan to help carry the now wildly irritable James Grant out.
"Get lost!"
The drunk James Grant was like a beast out of control, his eyes fierce and ruthless, punching Jasper Grant on the left side of his face.
The force was so strong that blood seeped from the corner of Jasper’s mouth.
"He’s really my brother."
He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, swallowing his pride as he tried again with Keith Donovan to get James Grant out.
Keith Donovan wasn’t so lucky, getting punched directly in the face by the uncontrollable James Grant.
"Damn it!"
With his nose bleeding and aching tremendously, it felt like his nasal bone had broken.
His patience had reached its limit, and Keith was so angry he started cursing: "Damn it! If you can’t handle your drink, don’t drink! If I didn’t pity you for losing love, I would’ve kicked you to the curb a long time ago!"
James Grant, drunk, was forcibly carried away by Jasper Grant and Keith Donovan.
Along the way, they bumped into things, with James landing a few punches on them, leaving marks.
Keith cursed almost the entire way as they sent him back to his apartment.
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Having secured a new project, Evelyn Clayton pushed aside the chaotic thoughts filled in her mind, devoting herself entirely to work.
Matthew Sullivan came in without knocking, bringing two cups of coffee, and placed one in front of Evelyn.
"Take a break, Evelyn, don’t tire yourself out so much."
Evelyn didn’t lift her head, her voice cool: "Is the model using Iris Lockwood settled?"
"Settled. Do you not want Iris to be involved? Just tell me, and I’ll kick her out immediately."
Matthew assumed she was jealous, eagerly vowing to fulfill her wishes.
Evelyn found him even more annoying.
She pushed the coffee away, furrowing her eyebrows, unable to hide her annoyance: "Do as you please, use her if you want."
"Evelyn, I’ll do whatever you ask me to. Just say the word, and I’ll send Iris far away, never to be seen again. I can do that, but James Grant probably can’t! Besides, he’s soon to be engaged to the Yates family, still fooling around in bars—he’s just a playboy, you can’t win against him."
Evelyn didn’t respond, her cool eyes showing no fluctuation.
Only the pencil in her fingertips drew a crooked line on the white paper.
Matthew Sullivan is scum, but he is right.
The person James Grant intends to marry is Lynn Yates.
With a snap, the tip of the pencil broke, leaving a smudge on the paper.
Evelyn raised her head, took a breath, and ignoring Matthew’s continued babble, she walked away briskly.
Unable to calm herself to sketch her designs, she decided to check the progress at the shooting set.