Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Even Love Must Be Severed
Lynn Yates is shrewd, but her position shows she has a lot to consider.
That’s different.
The education a privileged young lady receives doesn’t connect with corporate management.
She only knows she wants power in her hands but doesn’t understand how to make it happen.
Whether a company can go the distance, a good team is one thing, but a visionary leader who makes decisions is equally essential.
She has none of that, not to mention, she might not even see The Ford Family as beneficial.
"Listening to you, I understand why she wants to act against the Yates Family," Keith Donovan said, looking enlightened.
James Grant, having discussed so much with him, sobered up a bit and casually asked, "Why?"
"Because of you."
The marriage between Clara Yates and James Grant was talked about wildly; it’s no wonder anyone would go mad.
Keith Donovan lounged like a lord, crossing his legs: "The Ford Family and the Yates Family may not be close, but they’ve been at peace. So why start a fight with the Yates Family as soon as she takes control? It’s all because of a woman’s jealousy."
He clicked his tongue, feeling sour as though he had swallowed a lemon.
Truly, some suffer drought, while others drown in flood.
However...
Keith Donovan suddenly sat up: "Let me warn you, Clara Yates has Lynn Yates and the Yates Family to protect her, but Evelyn Clayton doesn’t. Given current events, it’s possible she might target Evelyn Clayton."
Keith Donovan’s worry was quite reasonable.
After he spoke, Tristan Hawthorne also lifted his eyes to look at James Grant.
No one knew exactly what James Grant was thinking, but years of friendship allowed them to vaguely comprehend a bit.
To them, Evelyn Clayton was different from their childhood friend, cold-hearted and distant.
To what extent, even Tristan Hawthorne couldn’t guess.
James Grant closed his eyes, his lips tightly pressed.
Those tumultuous emotions were expertly hidden by him, showing no sign at all.
Keith Donovan understood this logic, so James definitely did too.
But just like Lynn Yates, numerous concerns were like cobwebs, binding his hands and feet.
He couldn’t move.
Leaving Evelyn Clayton was the best protection for her.
"I understand," James Grant’s voice was so soft it was nearly inaudible.
Keith Donovan and Tristan Hawthorne exchanged a glance, choosing not to continue the topic.
After leaving James Grant’s car, Evelyn Clayton returned home in a simmering rage.
Yara Reagan found out and brought over a large bag of hotpot ingredients.
"There’s no heartbreak a hotpot can’t solve," she said.
True to her words, Yara Reagan was right.
A full stomach lifts the spirits.
The only pity was that Yara couldn’t stay long; she still had unfinished work.
Evelyn Clayton had to see her off before returning to clean up the mess.
Yet, she hadn’t even opened the trash bag when the doorbell suddenly rang.
"What did you forget——"
Evelyn Clayton thought Yara Reagan had returned, but standing at the door was a tall man dressed in black.
She tried to close the door, but the man in black was faster, his arm blocking the door gap, forcing his way in.
"Who are you?!"
The sound of the door closing unnerved Evelyn Clayton, her heart instantly racing: "Who sent you?"
The man in black remained silent, his steps advancing.
The black mask hid most of his face, making it impossible for Evelyn Clayton to recognize him.
"What do you want to do?" Evelyn Clayton swallowed, unable to ease her strained nerves.
The living room was small, and there was a stark difference in their sizes.
Evelyn Clayton couldn’t assure she’d outrun this man to hide in the room without angering him for nothing.
Just as she was pondering this, the tip of a dagger pressed against her throat, and the man in black spoke his first words of the night.