Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Help Me Investigate Harrison Grant
Needing a punch!
Definitely asking for it!
Evelyn Clayton had a dark expression, her molars nearly shattering.
"Did you do that on purpose?!"
He was deliberately trying to embarrass her.
James Grant, with his hands in his pockets, exposed collarbones and neck, walked over to her with a hint of pride, bent down, and smiled faintly, "Yes."
He raised his hand to hook her chin, which she coldly swatted away.
She hit him so hard, the back of James Grant’s hand turned red.
His eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of danger emerging in them.
Seeing his expression change, Evelyn Clayton moved decisively, attempting to push him away unceremoniously.
The next second, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her firmly against the wall, pinning her hands above her head.
He said nothing, but a chilly aura engulfed the space.
His eagle eyes locked onto hers, not allowing her to escape.
"Where did Matthew Sullivan touch you?"
Evelyn Clayton was trapped in the corner, unable to move.
Hearing his words, her eyebrows knitted together.
What nonsense was he talking about?
If Matthew Sullivan dared to touch a finger of hers, she would chop his hand off!
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze coldly, "James Grant, are you paranoid beyond cure?"
As she finished speaking, he suddenly leaned in closer, nearly brushing against her, the danger even more intense.
Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips together.
The pressure made her uncomfortable; she reached out to push him away, "Alright, just leave already."
James Grant, afraid of hurting her hand, didn’t use force, allowing himself to be easily pushed out by her, and she smoothly ushered him out the door.
"Goodbye, Eldest Young Master Grant."
Evelyn Clayton leaned against the doorframe, her words trailing off slowly.
After speaking, she firmly closed the room door without hesitation.
Outside the door, James Grant, instead of being angry, chuckled, lazily placing his hands at his sides and lowering his head with a faint smile.
After a moment, he shook his head lightly and left.
Having driven James Grant away, Evelyn Clayton pondered for a while and then took out her phone to call Yara Reagan.
"You’re asking for another favor?" Yara Reagan said helplessly.
Truly, a best friend, knowing what each other needed as if telepathically.
She didn’t beat around the bush, "Can you look into Harrison Grant for me? He used the excuse of his illness to draw my blood, but my blood wasn’t used by him, and I don’t know who got it."
Upon hearing this, Yara Reagan immediately jumped up on the other side, "What?! Not only did he draw your blood, but secretly passed it to someone else?! Shameless!"
Evelyn Clayton, holding the phone, rested her heel against the doorway, slightly lowering her head.
Her silky hair fell to one side, revealing her delicate profile.
"Uh-huh."
Indeed, quite shameless!
"No, Evelyn Clayton, even if you like James Grant, you can’t keep hurting your body because of a man. If you truly marry into the Grant Family, wouldn’t you become a blood slave? And who knows who your blood is given to."
"Wait!"
Before she could respond to Yara Reagan, Evelyn Clayton suddenly remembered something.
Her slender, white fingers tightened around the phone, her brow furrowing, "I’ll hang up first."
On the other side, Yara Reagan was left bewildered, having the call abruptly ended.
Evelyn Clayton hurriedly made her way to the study, pulling out the report on her father’s car accident from years ago.
She had looked through it once before, but since nothing had happened at that time, she hadn’t paid much attention.
The report stated that the car’s brakes failed during the accident.
Could it be that her father had been unaware that the brakes were faulty when driving?
Did it happen on the road, or were they faulty from the start?
If it was faulty from the beginning, why wasn’t it repaired, and still driven?
Looking back now, the contents of this report were riddled with suspicion.
But why had no one ever questioned it back then?
Evelyn Clayton tightened her grip on the report, her almond-shaped eyes deepening, her gaze icy and lips pressed tightly together.
She felt even more suspicious about the car accident back then.