CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 83: IF YOU CAN’T ENDURE SMALL MATTERS, YOU’LL RUIN GREAT PLANS

Seeing James Grant’s reaction, Evelyn Clayton felt a little disappointed.

He probably doesn’t intend to stand on her side anymore.

"Since you insist this is a joke, then I hope next time I joke with you, you won’t be upset. After all, it’s just a joke."

Evelyn Clayton smiled brightly, but the coldness in her eyes couldn’t be diminished.

This was a naked threat!

Amber Whitman was so scared that she widened her eyes, "You! James, look at her—"

"Haven’t you had enough?!" James Grant glanced coldly at Amber Whitman, "You made a mistake and you’re still so self-righteous. Apologize!"

After being reprimanded, Amber Whitman looked at James Grant in shock, "James... I said I didn’t do it on purpose."

"The evidence is clear, I don’t care if you did it intentionally or not. Apologize, or I’ll hand it over to the police."

Evelyn Clayton was also surprised at James Grant’s attitude.

Although it wasn’t the outcome she wanted most, at least he wasn’t covering for Amber Whitman.

Seeing that Amber Whitman was slow to respond, James Grant lost his patience.

"No apology? Little Zhang, call the police."

"No!"

Amber Whitman broke down and covered her face, "I’ll apologize, I’m sorry, Evelyn Clayton!"

But Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips and remained silent, not accepting it.

James Grant immediately understood her meaning, "Clarify why you’re apologizing!"

This is too much!

Tears welled up in Amber Whitman’s eyes, and she looked pitifully at James Grant.

But James Grant wasn’t buying it.

After a while, she had to grit her teeth and say, "I shouldn’t have fooled you, I shouldn’t have stolen your designs, I shouldn’t have denied it... Evelyn Clayton, I’m sorry, please forgive me..."

After another long silence, Evelyn Clayton finally spoke faintly.

"A verbal apology lacks sincerity. Who can guarantee there won’t be a next time? I don’t want to see you at The Grant Group, or anywhere else for that matter."

This is outrageous!

Amber Whitman was furious, "So you mean I have to avoid you in the future?"

"Yes, that would be best."

Evelyn Clayton’s calm demeanor made Amber Whitman want to explode.

But with James Grant present, she had to consider her image, and turned with a grievance to complain.

"James, I’ve already apologized, why won’t she let it go?"

James Grant, however, remained unfazed and said in a deep voice, "Evelyn’s request isn’t excessive. Don’t show up at the company unannounced; if needed, contact me by phone."

"...James, you’re being too much! I’m going back to tell Dad!"

Not getting support from anyone, Amber Whitman cried as she turned and ran, hoping James Grant would chase after her.

But James Grant did not.

Although the issue was resolved, Evelyn Clayton did not feel relieved.

Seeing her displeasure, as James Grant was about to speak, Matthew Sullivan cut in.

"Evelyn, next time she comes, just let me know. James might have ties to her, but I don’t. I won’t show her any courtesy!"

The slick words made Evelyn Clayton feel nauseated, but as she turned her gaze, she saw Iris Lockwood hiding in the corner at the doorway, sneaking a peek.

Evelyn Clayton smiled and had a better idea.

Looking up again, Evelyn Clayton showed a grateful smile.

"Mm. Thank you."

Next to her, James Grant’s face darkened, his fists clenching unconsciously.

It was rare for Evelyn Clayton to show him a pleasant face, Matthew Sullivan was envious, "It’s what I should do. After all, you’re my fiancée, who else would protect you but me?"

Iris Lockwood stood in the corner, her anger mounting.

In the morning at the parking lot, he had said she was the woman he loved the most!

But she couldn’t make a scene; minor patience leads to great strategy...