Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Not Fit for Work
Yara Reagan spoke while carrying bags and packages, twisting her body inside, and kicking the door shut with her foot.
She turned her eyes to see James Grant in the kitchen, and Yara was immediately stupefied, dropping everything she held with a clang.
By the time Evelyn Clayton came out of the bedroom, the entrance was already a mess.
Yara almost thought she was seeing things, looking at James Grant, then at Evelyn Clayton, her face a mix of shock and confusion.
Evelyn Clayton covered her face, feeling a headache: "I say it’s a coincidence, do you believe it?"
Ten minutes later, Yara was sitting on the left side of the sofa, James Grant on the right, and Evelyn Clayton on the lazy sofa across from them.
The trio sat like a tripod, with different thoughts.
"Ahem, are you two hungry?" Evelyn Clayton couldn’t stand the strange atmosphere anymore and took the lead in breaking the ice.
Yara scratched her hand and then her face.
She’s probably the most embarrassed one...
"Uh, I bought a lot of food, should we eat some first?" Yara opened one of the bags she brought and dumped it on the coffee table.
James Grant took one look and felt a headache.
The table was mostly covered with snacks, though they were all expensive, imported snacks.
But imported biscuits were still biscuits, with little nutritional value.
James Grant stood up with a stiff face, picked up and sorted through the items on the table, packed most of them back into the bag, tied it up, and placed it on the kitchen counter.
Yara quickly stopped him: "What are you doing?"
"She’s not suitable for eating these right now, there’s no nutrition," James Grant glanced at her, "Are you here to take care of her?"
His words clearly carried an air of distrust and disdain.
Yara, unwilling to back down, argued reasonably: "I intended for Evelyn to eat them after she recovers!"
James Grant glanced at Evelyn Clayton, with a strange expression that seemed to doubt Evelyn’s self-control.
Evelyn Clayton felt inexplicably awkward and retorted sarcastically: "What do you mean? It’s not like I lack self-control..."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Evelyn regretted it.
What she said felt like she was whining to James Grant.
Sure enough, the smile in James Grant’s eyes deepened, and he seemed in a better mood.
"Want to eat something else? I can cook," the gloom in James Grant’s heart was swept away.
He somehow felt like this place was more like home than the Grant Family old residence.
Yara looked at the two with gossiping eyes, shining with hidden excitement.
Evelyn Clayton’s cheeks burned, and she quickly said, "Yara, didn’t you say you had something important to tell me before you came?"
Seeing Evelyn not responding to him, James Grant slightly frowned, a hint of disappointment and displeasure flashing past.
But he held back from speaking, instead indifferently looking at Yara.
As soon as this was mentioned, Yara appeared excited, no longer caring about being a bystander.
"Right, right, right. I came to tell you our exhibition was super successful! Now several companies want to collaborate with us!"
Speaking of which, Yara eagerly dug through her bag for partnership intention letters, placing a thick pile lavishly on the coffee table.
"I’ve filtered through these once, and the remaining ones are reputed in the industry, wealthy and uncomplicated!" Yara grinned cheekily, seeking credit, "Now we need the big boss to decide which ones to proceed with."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Clayton’s fatigue vanished, replaced by keen energy.
She moved beside Yara, the two huddling into the sofa and began selecting and reviewing.
James Grant was left alone on the side, slightly biting his lip.
A moment later, James Grant stepped forward and took the contract from Evelyn’s hands.
James Grant slightly settled his face and locked eyes with Evelyn Clayton, "You’re not fully recovered yet, it’s not suitable for you to work."