CHAPTER 491: CHAPTER 491: ARE YOU GOING?

Soon, the incident of Gem’s shoddy custom-made clothing reached its peak with Lucy Carter issuing a reconciliation letter.

Many netizens expressed that this was indeed a rare occurrence.

"The internet is buzzing with criticism."

In the morning, during a high-level meeting at Gem, Yara Reagan sighed, "It’s all backlash against Lucy Carter, saying she’s deliberately stirring things up and sabotaging the new product."

Evelyn Clayton didn’t seem concerned.

A few days ago, when she sent that email to Summer Monroe, she had already anticipated this day.

Lucy Carter is nothing but a pawn under her control, with no autonomy whatsoever, only able to act according to her orders.

"Next comes the brand fashion launch." Evelyn Clayton returned to the main topic, "Neither Yara nor I will appear at the launch to avoid causing any negative reactions from some netizens. Rhys Jacobs will handle matters on-site, while Yara and I will support from behind the scenes. Okay, meeting adjourned."

Now that everything was prepared, the upcoming launch was simply the natural progression of events.

Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan had been busy dealing with Lucy Carter’s issues for a while, and now both of them felt somewhat exhausted.

"Why don’t we take a day off tomorrow?" Yara Reagan was dead tired, "Let Iris Lockwood go to the launch with Nadia Archer herself; I feel quite reassured leaving it to her."

Evelyn Clayton agreed with her suggestion, nodding, "Iris has really grown a lot lately."

Casually chatting, Yara Reagan mentioned relaxing at the club Lynn Yates took them to before, getting a massage, when Rhys Jacobs knocked and entered.

He walked to the desk and handed Evelyn Clayton a tablet, diligently informing her of her schedule, "Tomorrow is Director Grant’s big day; you’ve been sent an invitation. Are you going?"

It dawned on her suddenly, and Evelyn Clayton felt a strong urge to avoid it.

Yara Reagan, eager to watch the drama, egged her on, "Go on, go on, Violet Ford and Director Ford will probably be there too. You’ll have company, and I doubt the old man will do anything too crazy."

"Just attending Harrison Grant’s birthday party is crazy enough." Evelyn Clayton scoffed but still asked, "What time tomorrow?"

Rhys Jacobs: "Six in the evening."

Yara Reagan clapped her hands teasingly, "Need to buy a gift for your ex-father-in-law?"

Evelyn Clayton looked at Yara Reagan apathetically, "You’re coming with me."

"Huh?" Yara Reagan bolted upright in surprise, previously lounging in her chair, now as if electrified, groaned, "No way!"

Evelyn Clayton put on a stern demeanor, "I don’t care, you’re coming with me. That’s an executive order."

Yara Reagan was both amused and annoyed.

No choice, if they’re going, they shouldn’t go empty-handed.

In the evening after work, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan headed to the nearest mall to pick out a gift.

Arriving at the third floor where men’s items were sold, Yara Reagan looked displeased, "This place reeks of an old-fashioned dad vibe, even looking at it gives me eye twitches. And thinking it’s for Harrison Grant, great, add a stroke to that, so afflicted."

Evelyn Clayton said nothing, browsing for suitable gifts store by store.

Yara Reagan leaned bonelessly on her, "Evelyn, why do you have to go? Can’t you skip it? You shouldn’t go either..."

"It’s imperative this time." Evelyn Clayton stopped in front of a vintage pocket watch shop, surveyed inside briefly to see if anything might be suitable before deciding whether to enter.

Yara Reagan drawled, "Why is it imperative to go?"

Evelyn Clayton was about to answer when her peripheral vision caught sight of a luxury men’s clothing store not far away.

The two figures at the entrance stopped Evelyn Clayton’s words abruptly.

It was Lynn Yates and James Grant.