Chapter 126: Chapter 126: There’s a Problem with the Goods
Evelyn Clayton squinted slightly, understanding the situation.
She stood up and walked outside.
Sure enough, two men were standing at the resting area.
Besides James Grant, Matthew Sullivan was also there.
Evelyn Clayton looked at Iris Lockwood with a half-smile: "Let’s go see what these two young masters are up to."
James Grant had already noticed her and at some point had moved to her side.
"Someone said a certain person is so busy they can’t even eat. I’m worried."
Evelyn Clayton caught the unsaid words and instinctively licked her dry lips.
"You’re blushing."
James Grant’s low voice reached her ears.
The surrounding employees quietly glanced over in their direction.
Matthew Sullivan also saw the ambiguous exchange between them, and jealousy flared up inside him but, due to his previous comments stabilizing Iris Lockwood during the press conference, he could not openly compete with James Grant. He could only grit his teeth and hold back.
Evelyn Clayton cleared her throat softly, ignored the man, and walked towards the food cart.
Her retreating figure oddly resembled someone fleeing in haste.
James Grant raised an eyebrow, his long legs quickly catching up, and while walking, he boasted: "Reading too many documents strains your eyes. I ordered a fish pot, and knowing you can’t stand the fishy smell, I asked the Top Cauldron chef to handle it specially."
There were two food carts, one from James Grant and one from Matthew Sullivan.
The warmth on Evelyn Clayton’s face subsided as she let the employees help themselves.
"Director Grant and Director Sullivan brought these treats. Take your pick."
Employees chimed in: "Thank you, Director Grant. Thank you, Director Sullivan. Thank you, Director Clayton!"
Evelyn Clayton smiled and waved her hand.
James Grant handed her a serving, and when she opened it, it was generously prepared.
"Special treatment for me?"
James Grant nodded: "Isn’t that only natural?"
Otherwise, why would he even be here?
Iris Lockwood picked a serving from Matthew Sullivan’s cart, and just as she was about to open it, she overheard someone nearby say: "The meals from Director Grant and Director Sullivan taste quite similar."
"Mine’s a bit sweet."
"Yeah, mine too. Yours must be from Director Grant; it doesn’t have scallions or cilantro."
Loving sweets and avoiding scallions, ginger, and garlic—these are Evelyn Clayton’s habits.
Iris Lockwood turned to look at Matthew Sullivan.
Seeing Iris Lockwood’s displeased expression, Matthew Sullivan immediately grinned in apology.
"Sorry, I’m just used to buying it this way. I’ll pay more attention next time."
"Oh." Iris Lockwood took a bite of fish, but felt a twinge of bitterness in her heart.
She couldn’t taste the sweetness; instead, her tongue felt sour and astringent.
As she ate, an assistant suddenly ran over with a phone in hand: "Director Pierce, the sales side is reporting that Atlas Group’s goods didn’t meet standards, and they want us to handle it immediately."
At these words, everyone turned to look this way.
"What’s going on?" James Grant noticed that Evelyn Clayton’s expression was off and instinctively glanced at the phone screen, catching a glimpse of the word "Lawrence" before understanding: "Is there an issue with the batch sent to the Lawrence Family?"
While listening to the demands on the other end, Evelyn Clayton nodded.
Three minutes later, she hung up, addressed the employees: "The team responsible for The Lynch Family’s goods, organize your materials and clear your current tasks. Iris Lockwood, arrange the vehicles."
The urgency of the situation cut lunch short.
Everyone rushed around busily, yet orderly.
When Evelyn Clayton finally caught her breath, a bottle of water appeared to her right, and she turned surprised: "Why are you here too?"
James Grant held a bottle of mineral water between his long fingers, his lips curled in a faintly wicked smile.
Even though the goods were distributed by The Grant Group, this didn’t warrant the presence of the ever-busy Director Grant. Just standing there, James Grant seemed overqualified for the task, almost unnecessary.