CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109: STILL FELL INTO THE TRAP

"Then you need to think about whether you’ve offended someone before, or if someone doesn’t want you to be with James Grant." Director Jiang tapped the table heavily twice, reminding Evelyn Clayton to think carefully.

She frowned; there were many people who didn’t want her to be with James Grant, for example, Matthew Sullivan.

But Matthew Sullivan wouldn’t go to such great lengths to do this.

"Director Jiang, let me think it over."

"No problem. The fact that you’re considering it means there’s room for negotiation." Director Jiang shook hands with her and asked the waiter to bring in the menu to order food.

However, Evelyn Clayton waved her hand, picked up her bag, and was about to leave.

"Director Jiang, I came to you to discuss the contract matters, so now that we’re done, I’ll be heading off."

"Why don’t you have something to eat first—"

Knowing that someone behind Director Jiang was giving orders, Evelyn Clayton lost interest in talking with him.

Director Jiang probably didn’t know much more than she did, and probing wouldn’t yield anything useful.

As she walked out of the private room, whether from sitting for too long or because the three glasses of white wine were starting to ferment, Evelyn Clayton was feeling increasingly dizzy.

She must remember to take hangover pills later; what a fake and shoddy product, making her feel so awful!

Supporting herself against the wall as she went downstairs, just when Evelyn Clayton was about to flag a taxi to go home, she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.

"Isn’t it Director Clayton?"

Following the voice, she realized it was Amber Whitman.

But she wasn’t in the mood for a verbal spar, so she continued walking out.

"Wait a minute." Amber Whitman walked lightly over to her, "Why are you running when you see me?"

The alcohol rushed to her head, and Evelyn Clayton replied irritably, "I’m not in the mood to chat with you."

"Who asked you to chat with me..." Amber Whitman shook her glass, "I just wanted to ask you, how does the spiked drink taste?"

Evelyn Clayton’s mind cleared for three seconds and quickly realized the drink was spiked. She said resolutely, "You drugged me."

"Haha, you can eat nonsense, but you can’t talk nonsense." Amber Whitman circled around Evelyn Clayton, "Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Do you want me to call someone to keep you company? I heard this kind of drug won’t stop working unless it’s released. I’ll find someone for you, better than you getting desperate and finding some random man."

"Get lost." Evelyn Clayton walked out with a cold face, her anger making her mind a bit clearer, but her limbs were starting to weaken.

"Good intentions are mistaken for a donkey’s liver and lungs." Amber Whitman smirked but didn’t follow.

Evelyn Clayton had just walked out of the club when she immediately called James Grant.

The man on the other end answered quickly, his deep voice sounding huskier and more sensual than usual to Evelyn Clayton.

"Almost there, what’s up?"

"Where... are you?" Evelyn Clayton gasped.

Upon hearing this, James Grant frowned, his tone serious, "What’s wrong with you?"

"I’ve been drugged. Amber Whitman told me there was something added to my drink... James Grant, I’m at the Ding Yue Club, come save me quickly." By the time she said the last few words, Evelyn Clayton was already trembling a bit.

James Grant quickly instructed her, his tone calm and reassuring, "Go back to the club, find a waiter, and tell them Director Grant is coming to pick you up, and to stay with you. I’m sending someone over right now."

"James Grant, hurry up."

The man didn’t say much more, speaking with a deep, calm voice, determined and with a hint of patient reassurance.

"I will come."

Following James Grant’s instructions, Evelyn Clayton found a waiter.

The waiter was supporting Evelyn Clayton but encountered Amber Whitman along with two others in the corridor.