Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Visiting the Person in Charge
Iris Lockwood seemed indifferent, looking down on them like a spoiled heiress.
"You got the benefit and you’re still not happy? Just consider it as repaying the favor when you let me be on the cover before. Besides, I have even better projects; who cares about these petty profits? It was stupid to be tricked by Matthew Sullivan into not doing business! Now I’ve realized, a woman only becomes strong when she makes money herself."
"It was pretty stupid before, you’re right about that."
Yara Reagan purposely picked her half-sentence and nodded in full agreement.
Upon hearing this, Iris Lockwood glared at her angrily: "I give you a project and you still ridicule me, you really don’t know what’s good for you!"
After saying this, Iris Lockwood angrily grabbed her handbag, clicked her high heels, and left the café with a proud gait.
Soon, Evelyn Clayton’s phone rang.
She glanced at it, and James Grant’s name flashed before her eyes.
A hint of coldness and irritation appeared in her eyes, and she hung up the phone without hesitation.
Within seconds, the phone rang again, and without even glancing at it, she turned off the phone.
But James Grant didn’t know when to stop; on the contrary, he kept calling frantically.
Seeing Evelyn Clayton’s increasingly dark expression, Yara Reagan chuckled awkwardly: "Um, maybe I’ll go first, so you can answer the phone?"
Evelyn Clayton didn’t speak, tacitly agreeing to Yara’s suggestion.
Yara Reagan picked up her handbag, and before leaving, she specifically advised her: "Don’t mess with the tiger’s tail, remember that!"
Yara Reagan didn’t realize that it was James Grant who was messing with the tiger’s tail.
The phone in the bag continued to ring non-stop, and with impatience, Evelyn Clayton answered the call, her voice exceptionally sharp and cold.
"What’s the rush? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
On the other end, James Grant was silent for a few seconds before speaking, his voice hoarse and deep: "I’ve found the person who was previously in charge of the cooperation between Summer Monroe and The Grant Group."
Her grip on the phone tightened, and her throat suddenly felt dry.
After a moment, Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips together and rasped out a few words: "Address."
The call ended, and a message popped up with an address.
With her eyes lowered, her clear eyes looked at the address in the message, her expression unreadable.
After a while, she exhaled, grabbed the car keys, and drove to the address James Grant provided.
She navigated into an alley and saw James Grant’s luxury car from the entrance.
And a tall figure was leaning against the luxury car.
Evelyn Clayton parked, opened the door, and got out of the car.
James Grant was leaning against the car, his hands casually tucked on either side.
His messy hair emphasized his defiance, a cigarette dangling roguishly from his lips.
Smoke swirled around, obscuring his deep, unfathomable black eyes.
"Where?"
Evelyn Clayton swept a cold gaze over his arrogant and rebellious demeanor, straight to the point, not wanting to waste time.
James Grant glanced at her with his dark eyes, didn’t say a word, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, the toe of his shoe pressed down on the glowing embers, grinding a few times to extinguish it.
Then he glanced into the alley and turned to walk in.
Evelyn Clayton followed him.
The alley was deep and narrow, with homes and small vendors around, exuding a homely atmosphere.
She looked around, somewhat nostalgic.
It seemed she hadn’t been to such places for a long time.
The grudges within the wealthy circle were driving her crazy.
They walked for an unknown length of time, James Grant’s pace was unhurried.
He stopped in front of a house that seemed somewhat upscale, raised his eyebrows at her in indication: "Here."
For someone in charge of a billion-dollar project to live in a place like this, it’s hard to imagine it wasn’t by someone’s design.
Evelyn Clayton stepped up and knocked on the wooden door.
The wood made a heavy sound, echoing deep in the dark, secluded alley.
"Who is it?"
A man’s impatient voice came from inside.
Then the door opened.