CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: WHERE ELSE DO YOU WANT TO GO

James suddenly turned and laughed, "You’ve slept with me before."

"That was an accident; everyone makes mistakes." Evelyn Clayton admitted she wasn’t as experienced as James Grant when it came to romance, so she chose not to continue tangling in this topic.

"Let’s go. Get the business done first."

The location was the lobby of a certain five-star hotel.

As soon as they entered the hotel lobby, they recognized the three people sitting in the corner.

It was easy to see the bruises on their faces; they had clearly been beaten up.

Evelyn Clayton instinctively grabbed James Grant’s arm, her breath catching for a moment.

Seeing Evelyn’s nervousness, James smoothly grasped Evelyn’s hand, interlocking their fingers. Warmth was transmitted from his palm, and she felt much more settled.

Facing the three, James sat beside her, casually leaning on the chair back.

"Speak. Why did you harm her?"

One of them suddenly leaned forward, his gaze darting between Evelyn Clayton and James Grant.

"We were paid to do the job, we know nothing else."

"Whose money?"

"Why should I tell you?" the person replied confidently.

Evelyn Clayton clenched her fists, yet her face remained composed: "I have a recording from last night’s incident. Guess, if I report to the police, for the crime of sexual harassment, how many years could each of you be sentenced to?"

The man’s face slightly changed color; The Black Moon Club had regulations prohibiting surveillance in every private room, which was why they dared to act recklessly, but unexpectedly, Evelyn Clayton had recorded it.

"Miss, isn’t that a slander? We didn’t touch any private parts of yours! As for your clothes, it was merely because I didn’t grasp the proper measure during the scuffle!"

Recalling the day, Evelyn noticed that aside from stripping her clothes, the other party indeed did not actually lay hands on her.

There wasn’t a mark on her body.

"Miss, you know the situation best. Offending you was just to complete the task; please forgive us."

Forgive? How could she forgive?

Evelyn Clayton laughed in anger.

"Who instructed you?"

The three simultaneously shook their heads: "Sorry, we can’t tell you."

Evelyn Clayton’s face darkened as she clenched her fist.

Beside her, James Grant spoke calmly, his tone carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Two choices. First, tell me honestly, and I’ll write you a check for fifty thousand; consider the matter settled. Second, keep resisting, and I’ll submit the recording to the police. With my connections, ensuring you’re jailed for three to five years isn’t a problem."

After speaking, James Grant slapped a check down in front of them.

The three’s faces turned pale, looking at each other.

After a long pause, they finally caved—

"The man who hired us sought us out on his own; we don’t know his real identity. He paid in cash, instructed us to trap you, and wait for someone to save you."

Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton was taken aback.

She thought this incident targeted her alone, yet she hadn’t realized the real target was James Grant...

"As for the photo that attracted you, he told us that sending it to you would guarantee you’d come."

Spending so much money for so little information, Evelyn Clayton felt it was a rip-off.

"His appearance? You met him during the transaction, right?"

"Every time he came, he wore a mask."

Evelyn Clayton’s face darkened, wanting to snatch the check: "That’s not worth so much money."

The three took the check before she could, "This is all we know; we’re leaving now."

"And where do you think you’re going?"

Keith Donovan suddenly appeared, followed by four or five policemen.