Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Then I’ll Be Direct
The implication was that as long as Amber returned, the Whitman Family would back Evelyn Clayton.
Don’t underestimate this confidence; in a place where everything hinges on personal connections, it can significantly increase the chances of cooperation.
It sounds like a surefire deal.
But Evelyn Clayton hadn’t forgotten that Amber’s arrogance and rudeness were hereditary.
She had no doubt that once Victor Whitman achieved his goal, the promises made would no longer hold.
If she agreed, she’d make things difficult for herself; if she refused, the other party would be upset.
The choice was obvious.
The mother of the Whitman Family couldn’t wait any longer and whispered impatiently, "Isn’t it just a matter of saying a word? Why think about it for so long!"
Victor Whitman didn’t stop her this time.
Evelyn Clayton twirling her pen, found it amusing.
The pressure these two exerted on her had only reached a level that was neither painful nor itchy.
"Mrs. Whitman, your words make no sense." She smiled and continued, "Promises without evidence or backing are the least valuable. If I successfully persuade James Grant and Amber comes back causing trouble, and you don’t acknowledge your promises, wouldn’t that mean I’d suffer losses for nothing? So I must think about it carefully, don’t you agree, Mr. Whitman?"
The implication was too obvious, and Victor Whitman choked, holding his tea awkwardly.
After a moment, he put it down, saying seriously, "Miss Clayton, I’m Victor Whitman, the head of this family, managing a large company with thousands of employees. If I were always untrustworthy, those two office buildings on Wangjiang Road would have changed hands long ago."
The corner of Evelyn Clayton’s lips dropped slightly.
Her words were clear enough, yet they couldn’t penetrate the other person’s thick skin.
"Alright, then I’ll just say it directly."
Mrs. Whitman sensed something bad and became agitated: "Evelyn Clayton, you cannot just sit by and watch! Do you know how chaotic the place where James Grant sent her is? Gang fights are trivial there; the local death rate is alarmingly high. Amber could die there! Do you want her dead?!"
"She won’t die." Evelyn Clayton retorted, her firm tone startling Mrs. Whitman.
Immediately, Mrs. Whitman appeared hysterical: "Evelyn Clayton, what do you mean! Will you only be satisfied when you see my daughter’s corpse? I’m telling you, if anything happens to Amber abroad, you won’t end well either!"
Who really won’t end well?
Evelyn Clayton gave a mocking smile.
She hadn’t even said anything, and Mrs. Whitman was already tearing the facade.
It was clear how shallow this person’s sincerity was.
"No matter how bad it gets for me, it’s still better than Amber’s situation." Evelyn Clayton hadn’t expected James Grant to be so ruthless, but it was exactly what she wanted.
She immediately raised her hand to dismiss them: "Both of you, time is precious, and I have other things to attend to, so I won’t entertain you anymore. Please leave."
"Evelyn Clayton! You bitch!" Mrs. Whitman was truly panicked now, pointing at Evelyn Clayton and cursing.
Evelyn Clayton put down the phone: "There are surveillance cameras in the room. You’re suspected of causing a disturbance and infringing on my personal dignity, Mrs. Whitman, I have the right to hold you legally responsible."
Victor Whitman frowned, wanting to say something more.
However, the security at the door pushed it open and forcefully "escorted" the two out.
Even far down the hallway, Mrs. Whitman’s cursing could still be heard.
Only after a while did it quiet down.
The studio gradually got back on track, bringing along with it the monotonous and complicated work.
After a busy morning, not only did the folders on the desk not diminish, but two more piles were added.
Beside her, Iris Lockwood’s eyes began to wander mysteriously: "It seems James Grant has arrived."