Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Delaying James Grant
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton’s eyes slightly shifted, and the hand hanging by her side tightened slightly.
"You said the Yates Family has withdrawn their support for James Grant?"
"What, did you think the people of the Yates Family were fools? Haven’t you been using James Grant as your capital, manipulating him to protect you up until now?" Summer Monroe glared at Evelyn Clayton darkly. "If it weren’t for James Grant and Lynn Yates performing this drama together, you’d have been done long ago."
Evelyn Clayton looked at Summer Monroe, finding it utterly laughable.
Facing someone like this, she saw no need to argue.
"Summer Monroe, I don’t care how you see me. But weren’t you previously infatuated with James Grant, unable to extricate yourself?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow, taunting as she looked at Summer Monroe. "What, finally saw the truth, and now you want to destroy what you can’t obtain?"
Summer Monroe’s face turned livid when her sore spot was hit: "You! Evelyn Clayton, don’t get cocky! When Lynn Yates can no longer tolerate you, you’ll be finished!"
Evelyn Clayton scoffed, her delicate face full of disdain, a faint light flickering in her phoenix eyes: "That’s between me and Lynn Yates, what does it have to do with you?"
Summer Monroe was breathless with anger, her chest heaving, unable to say another word.
Evelyn Clayton couldn’t be bothered to speak another word to her, turned to leave, but halfway through, she remembered something and suddenly stopped.
She didn’t look at Summer Monroe, just lightly chuckled and said, "Summer Monroe, if you keep viewing all relationships as transactions and don’t know how to repent, you’re destined never to meet someone who truly matches your heart."
After speaking, Evelyn Clayton walked away with long strides.
Summer Monroe stood still, her beautiful face full of incredulous rage.
Evelyn Clayton actually dared to say she wouldn’t meet someone who truly matched her heart...
How dare she?!
Summer Monroe bit down hard on her silver teeth, and after a long time, a sinister smile appeared on her increasingly twisted face as she thought of something.
She took out her phone and dialed Lynn Yates’ number.
"Hello." Lynn Yates’ voice quickly came through the receiver, carrying her usual business-like indifference, "Director Monroe, any particular reason for this sudden call?"
Summer Monroe’s lips curled up, her tone slow and arrogant: "Lynn Yates, I want to make a deal with you, are you interested?"
On the other end, there was the sound of paper rustling, followed by a light chuckle from Lynn Yates: "Oh? Director Monroe has recovered so quickly from your ailment that you’re already up to discussing business with me?"
A vein pulsed slightly on Summer Monroe’s forehead: "Lynn Yates, let me put it bluntly up-front, I’m doing you a favor!"
After a brief silence on the other end, Lynn Yates’ tone was unclear: "Let’s hear what Director Monroe has to say?"
Hearing this, Summer Monroe assumed Lynn Yates was interested, and a confident smile played on her lips.
"Your fiancé still has lingering feelings for Evelyn Clayton, you know. The marriage alliance between the Grant and Yates families is public knowledge, and you wouldn’t want the Yates Family embarrassed in front of the public, would you?"
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Upon returning home, Yara Reagan, who had been waiting for a long time, eagerly approached, asking about the cooperation details.
Evelyn Clayton smiled and took out the contract for Yara Reagan to see.
After reading it all at once, Yara Reagan finally felt relieved and exclaimed repeatedly, "Fantastic, fantastic! Evelyn, you’re simply my savior!"
Evelyn Clayton concealed the weariness in her eyes, trying her best to act as if nothing was wrong: "I’m going to sleep now. I had a bit to drink today and I’m a little tired."
Only then did Yara Reagan notice something amiss and looked at her, "Evelyn, what’s wrong, aren’t you happy?"
However, Evelyn Clayton had already entered her bedroom and closed the door.
Entering the bathroom, Evelyn Clayton looked at her reflection in the mirror, at her exquisitely made-up face; half an hour ago, she was still joyous about sealing the deal, but now it just seemed ironic.
Was it her, who hindered James Grant?