CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: WE’RE NOT TAKING THIS JOB

Evelyn Clayton slept until daylight broke and made herself a hearty breakfast.

While washing the dishes, she noticed the thermos flask and cleaned it, planning to return it to James Grant later.

She didn’t want to owe him a single thing.

When she arrived at the studio, Yara Reagan was already there, eagerly engrossed in her computer.

"Oh, why so diligent today? Looks like our boss Yara is ready to take charge."

Yara ignored Evelyn’s teasing, pulled her to sit down, and pushed the computer over: "See for yourself."

The screen displayed a morning news piece from a new media outlet, headlined—

"Grant Family’s eldest son meets with a starlet at night, drinks intimate toasts like lovers."

Toasting, James Grant.

Evelyn chuckled coldly.

She had long known that the night wasn’t the first time he toasted with someone else, and it wouldn’t be the last either.

"Evelyn, are you okay?" Yara looked at her worriedly, "If you’re upset, just let it out."

"Why should I be upset?" Evelyn inwardly scorned James’s lack of commitment.

Even though he hadn’t promised to keep his distance from other women, he should at least give some dignity to their ’marriage’, right?

It seemed she had overestimated James.

After confirming several times that Evelyn’s eyes didn’t convey ’heartbroken’ or ’deeply pained’ emotions—not even anger—Yara felt slightly relieved.

"Evelyn, I don’t know what’s between you and him, but I advise you not to fall for James Grant, or you’ll regret it."

"Don’t worry, I know my limits." Evelyn winked, "The most important thing now is our big client. What time are they arriving?"

"The client just sent an address, and since you’re here, let’s go."

As the car entered a villa area, the two looked up.

The Sovereign Manor, such a familiar name.

Evelyn felt she had seen it somewhere before.

Yara explained, "The client said his villa is about to be renovated and hopes you can provide some color and arrangement advice for his house."

"Then why not hire a professional designer?"

"The client saw our art exhibition last time and liked it very much, so he insisted you act as the design consultant. He mentioned renovation will be done by professionals; you just need to advise on style coordination."

Such a simple task, yet with such a high reward.

Evelyn vaguely felt it might not be that simple.

As the car stopped in front of a villa, Evelyn instantly recalled where she had seen this name before.

This was clearly the address that Harrison Grant funded for Matthew Sullivan two years ago, originally intended to be their marital home.

She saw everything from house viewing to deposit payment and handover through Matthew’s social media updates.

Despite it being their marital home, she had no sense of involvement at all.

Standing in front of the villa now, she felt both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Yara, if we don’t take this job, how much will we lose?"

Yara was puzzled, "Why not take it? It’s easy work for good money."

"This is Matthew Sullivan’s house," Evelyn stated calmly.

"What—!" Yara was shocked, "No wonder the client specifically asked for you! That damn Matthew, he even had his secretary call to trick me!"

Yara didn’t know the complexities between them but knew that Matthew had a constant stream of women.

So she was always against Evelyn marrying Matthew Sullivan.

"I’m sorry, Evelyn, I didn’t know this was Matthew’s doing. Let’s not go inside. We won’t take this job."

Yara grabbed Evelyn, ready to leave, but they were stopped.