Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Leave It to Me
"Harrison Grant, how did you handle things back then? Why is Evelyn Clayton suspicious about the car accident from that year?! Didn’t you say everything was settled?!..."
"You’d better keep your word, if things get exposed, I won’t let you off the hook!"
Meanwhile, Evelyn Clayton had just left The Ford Group.
James Grant received a message from his assistant right after.
Upon learning that Evelyn Clayton met with Summer Monroe, a shadow crossed his eyes, his emotions deep and unreadable.
In the office, the other people present seemed to have their own thoughts about it.
James Grant exuded a cold aura; if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t dare speak at this moment.
Yet Tristan Hawthorne acted as if nothing happened, stroking his chin.
"Who would’ve thought, that girl Evelyn Clayton is quite gutsy, meeting Summer Monroe alone? Interesting."
"James Grant, what do you make of this?"
He nudged James Grant’s shoulder with his elbow, grinning cheekily.
"The conflict between Evelyn Clayton and Summer Monroe runs pretty deep, though, if I may be blunt, it’s probably not all about you."
Jealousy and rivalry over affection between women were something Tristan had witnessed often.
But Evelyn Clayton’s actions this time didn’t seem like simple territoriality.
"In the past, there were women who clung to you, and Evelyn Clayton turned a blind eye. When was there ever such a big fuss like this? I reckon Summer Monroe must have threatened someone close to Evelyn, that’s why she got provoked."
Kieran Donovan didn’t speak but nodded in agreement.
James Grant remained silent.
His understanding of Evelyn Clayton far exceeded that of the two beside him.
What they could sense, how could James not feel it?
Recalling the previous unpleasantness, the aura around James Grant grew even colder, like ice in a millennium-old cellar.
"What are you planning to do?" Tristan Hawthorne looked at James Grant’s increasingly gloomy face, showing a bit of schadenfreude: "Just watch and do nothing?"
"No."
James Grant cherished his words, finally speaking.
He glanced at Tristan Hawthorne, "Let’s make a deal."
"Huh?"
Tristan Hawthorne raised a finger to point at himself.
"Help me investigate the truth about Evelyn Clayton’s father’s car accident back then."
At this point, even if James Grant could sit still, he couldn’t continue to stand by.
He couldn’t allow Evelyn to face danger alone.
"Really? This matter isn’t simple. Although we have a brotherly bond, what do they say? Clear accounts keep friendships intact." Tristan’s eyes lit up at this, winking repeatedly as a hint: "Isn’t there an investment project on the east side of town recently? I heard you were planning to get involved?"
"Yeah."
James Grant wasn’t a fool, he coolly uttered three words: "It’s yours."
Knowing Tristan for so long, just by his posture, he knew what this guy was up to.
Seeing James Grant agree so swiftly, the light in Tristan’s eyes shone brighter.
"Really? No wonder you’re Director Grant, so generous! Bold! Actually, about the Damian Plaza project, I also..."
"Fine."
James Grant’s tone carried a hint of gritted teeth.
Ordinarily, he wouldn’t let Tristan make those kinds of demands.
But now, if he didn’t act, Evelyn Clayton might really...
Although James Grant looked like a fish on the chopping block, Tristan didn’t dare push too far, knowing when to stop.
"Alright! Leave it to me!"
With those two projects in hand, he had to give it his all.