Chapter 244: Chapter 244: What Did I Ever Do to You?
"You!"
Harrison Grant was so angry he was shaking and couldn’t speak, so he slapped him.
James Grant didn’t dodge, he took the slap squarely.
The entire atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became icy and suffocating.
The next moment, intense hostility erupted from James Grant as he grabbed Evelyn Clayton’s arm.
"What are you doing?"
Evelyn Clayton, dragged by him, passed by a crowd in astonishment, like people watching monkeys at a zoo.
He pulled her into the underground parking lot where a very familiar luxury car was still parked.
James Grant opened the passenger door, then pressed her head and threw her inside.
With a "bang," he slammed the car door shut.
"James Grant, are you done yet?"
James Grant ignored her anger.
He got into the driver’s seat, started the car, and pressed the accelerator, giving Evelyn Clayton no time to catch her breath.
The car sped off like a cheetah.
Evelyn Clayton lost her balance, slamming backward, her head hitting hard against the seat, causing her to momentarily lose her senses.
"James Grant, are you crazy?!"
The car was moving extremely fast, running red lights and changing lanes, passing pedestrian and vehicle lanes, turning left and right.
Evelyn Clayton felt like her insides were getting all jumbled up.
If the heavens gave her another chance, she would never have kicked open his door or gotten into his car.
She clutched the car door tightly, her fingernails leaving five imprints on her palm.
With eyes shut tight in fear, Evelyn Clayton screamed for him to stop.
Either he’s truly gone mad, or he just wants to die with her!
A few minutes later, the car stopped by the roadside.
As soon as it stopped, Evelyn Clayton almost rolled out of the car, her legs completely weak, collapsing on the ground and vomiting violently.
The echoes of her own harrowing screams haunted her ears, almost turning into tinnitus.
Her stomach churned, acid pouring out continuously.
The only breakfast she had was completely gone.
After a long while of vomiting, she finally regained some vitality.
She turned her head to see the man responsible, leisurely leaning against the car.
With arms crossed, he watched her in her sorry state, utterly at ease.
And she was like a tumbling clown.
After such an exhilarating brush with death, Evelyn Clayton’s instinctive urge peaked, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and climbing up from the ground.
She rushed over and slapped him hard across the face, the slap louder and fiercer than ever.
"You’re insane! Are you insane?!" Nearly in a fury, she punched and kicked, pushing and pulling, wanting to tear him to pieces.
"You want to die with me, don’t you? Go ahead, run me over with your car now! I’d rather die and be away from you!"
She vented with force, overcome with anger and fear, hitting him relentlessly.
James Grant leaned against the car unmoving, allowing her to beat him.
He was stronger and in better shape, only swaying slightly from her pushes, his base unwavering.
"What did I ever do to you?"
She intended to keep throwing a tantrum, but James Grant caught both her hands and crossed them together.
His face expressionless and tone cold: "Enough."
Evelyn Clayton laughed, her entire body going limp.
The chest-shattering anger just now swallowed into her belly, burning until it extinguished, turning to ashes and ice cold.
"Enough? From the day you provoked me, nothing has ever been enough, nothing has ever ended."
"You’re the one who provoked me first." He stared at her face intensely, without blinking.
"Ha ha..." She laughed like she’d heard the most groundbreaking joke, louder and more piercing by the moment.
She never intended to meet him, so how did it become her provoking him?
James Grant couldn’t stand the way she laughed, pulling her back into the car.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t move, letting him do as he pleased as he took a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to her mouth.
She looked at him quietly, her gaze cold and sharp.
But she remained motionless.
He now had no patience left, pinching her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth.
He poured half the bottle of water down her throat, spilling from her mouth and soaking her clothes.
The water choked her, triggering a violent coughing fit.
She stuck her head out the window, spitting out all the remaining water.
After she was done, he pulled her head back in, pinched her face, and used tissues to wipe the filth off her face.
As if he were caring for a cherished doll.