Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Is There Still Hope for You?
She was just about to look away when a charming voice sounded behind her.
"What’s wrong, can’t bear it now? Don’t you know? If James Grant wants to return to the top, he needs to marry into the Yates Family. My sister not only has the looks but also extraordinary abilities. Most importantly, her family background is spotless and would never cause sibling rivalry. Miss Clayton, do you think James Grant is a good match for my sister?"
Evelyn Clayton slightly averted her gaze, looking at Clara Yates out of the corner of her eye.
"That’s right, your sister is indeed a better fit than you."
"You... what do you mean?!"
"Did I say something wrong?" Evelyn Clayton stared at Clara Yates with a half-smile, "Don’t worry, before long, the man you like will become your brother-in-law. Just thinking about it excites me."
Her words were loaded with innuendo, and the provocation in her gaze drove Clara Yates crazy.
The grace she had just worked hard to maintain was long gone. She glared furiously at Evelyn Clayton.
"Evelyn Clayton! You bitch, don’t you dare think about the Grant Family. You’re only fit to marry that illegitimate son who’s not presentable. You’re all the same kind!"
Having said her piece, Clara Yates stomped off in her towering high heels.
Yet Evelyn Clayton maintained a composed smile on her face, but no one saw her hands slightly tighten behind her back.
Being bitten by a mad dog, she couldn’t exactly bite back.
She turned to look at the elegant pair dancing in the ballroom, feeling a vague sense of suffocation, and squinted her eyes slightly.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, a familiar male voice sounded behind her.
"Seeing isn’t necessarily believing. There’s no need to make yourself sad over something ungrounded."
Turning her head, Evelyn Clayton saw Jasper Grant standing behind her.
He was still impeccably dressed in a suit, unstained. On such an occasion today, he had shed his usual playful demeanor and appeared quite proper.
What he said was profound, with a hint of mystery.
"I was merely lamenting how well James Grant dances. Truly a talent!"
Her words carried a sour undertone.
Jasper Grant pressed his lips together, smiling without saying a word. The two stood by the side, quietly watching.
In the crowd, another person was also paying attention to Evelyn Clayton, and that was Matthew Sullivan.
With a smug expression, he confidently walked up to Evelyn Clayton.
"So, feeling down? I told you he wasn’t the right guy. You have better choices, so why hang yourself on a single tree?"
Evelyn Clayton looked at him with disdain, gaining a deeper understanding of shamelessness.
"A better choice, you’re not implying it’s you, are you? With such narcissism, do you think there’s still hope for you?"
"You..."
The music ended.
James Grant turned away without any reluctance, leaving Lynn Yates standing alone.
While on the dance floor, he had been intently watching the situation on the other side.
Evelyn Clayton sure had a lively crowd around her.
Recovering his thoughts, James Grant strode over and positioned himself directly in front of Matthew Sullivan.
The chilly aura instantly made Matthew Sullivan feel ashamed of himself.
Evelyn Clayton was startled, having no time to react before being pulled into the dance floor.
A spotlight fell directly on her, making her look like a fairy who had fallen to earth and found a host.
All eyes were focused on that point.
Under the watch of everyone, James Grant slightly lowered his head, hot breath rushing forward.
This kiss came without warning, swift and fierce, like a deep-water bomb suddenly thrown, stirring up a massive wave.