Chapter 417: Chapter 417: I’ll Tell You What to Do
This information was provided to Evelyn Clayton by Lynn Yates.
When discussing collaboration that day, Evelyn Clayton had approximately revealed her acquisition of Aegis shares to Lynn Yates, so Lynn Yates kept an eye on the interactions between Atlas and Aegis for her.
"Atlas found a new way, spent some money to avert disaster, and after quelling the online controversies, they managed to smooth things over. Now, there are no major issues."
Lynn Yates said with an indifferent tone: "This is mainly due to Jasper Grant’s efforts. His appearance caused a shift in online sentiment, giving Atlas room to breathe."
Evelyn Clayton wasn’t surprised; she had thought of this when she saw the press conference that day.
Moreover, she had secretly maneuvered to cut off Harrison Grant’s retreat, prompting him to spend money instead.
"Thank you for the information," Evelyn Clayton smiled faintly, though a trace of hesitation rose in her heart.
She wanted to ask whether the arrangement between James Grant and Lynn Yates was still valid, but sensing it might be inappropriate, she swallowed the words back down.
After hanging up the phone, Evelyn Clayton sat in a daze at her workstation for a long while before managing to settle her thoughts.
Meanwhile, inside Summer Monroe’s apartment.
As soon as Soren Foster entered, he saw a mess.
Summer Monroe was pacing back and forth in the living room like an enraged lioness, her agitation and anger were somewhat terrifying.
Soren Foster saw the broken cups and ornaments on the ground, remained silent for a moment, then quietly grabbed a broom to clean up.
"Where is Matthew Sullivan? Tell him to come see me!"
Summer Monroe half-crazed, roared in anger.
Soren Foster sighed softly to himself, having no choice but to put down what he was doing and call Matthew Sullivan.
It was not until nightfall that Matthew Sullivan finally arrived.
Although Summer Monroe had calmed down quite a bit, she still coldly reproached him upon sight: "Why are you just getting here now?!"
"Should I have come in broad daylight and let everyone know we’re colluding together?" Matthew Sullivan’s frame was thin and, although he wore an expensive coat, his sunken face carried an eerie presence.
Having been through the wringer in prison, Matthew Sullivan was no longer the distinguished young master he once was.
Summer Monroe sneered repeatedly: "For someone so clever, how could you mess up what I instructed you to do? I gave you so much money, and this is the result you give me?!"
Matthew Sullivan remained silent, as Summer Monroe’s words became more intense. Finally, she said viciously: "Had I known, I wouldn’t have hired you, a worthless fool. You truly ruin things more than you fix them!"
Being thus belittled in person, Matthew Sullivan’s hand, hanging by his side, tightened slightly, and his gaze towards Summer Monroe filled with a shade of red.
He swallowed his pride, ultimately not daring to argue back against Summer Monroe’s words.
This woman is a madwoman.
Best not to provoke a madwoman.
After enduring for a while, Matthew Sullivan found his voice and asked, "So, what do we do next?"
Summer Monroe mocked, "I pay the money, and I still have to tell you what to do?"
Listening to her sharp voice, Matthew Sullivan could no longer tolerate it.
He looked up, stared intently at Summer Monroe, and with a raspy voice that sounded eerily menacing, said, "You did pay the money, and I did the job, yet now I too feel dissatisfied. If you’re willing, we can still continue to cooperate. Otherwise, I’ll just refund your money, how about that?"
Summer Monroe’s anger flared once more; she wanted to say something more but was held back by Soren Foster.
Soren Foster gave her a meaningful look, urging her to calm down.
Turning his attention back to Matthew Sullivan, Soren Foster felt a weight on his heart.
Matthew Sullivan was now no different from a desperate man, best not to provoke him.
Summer Monroe also realized this, took a deep breath, and fixed her gaze on Matthew Sullivan.
"Fine, since that’s the case, I’ll tell you what to do."
Her voice lowered even further as she said so.
"Isn’t Jasper Grant doing well with the public relations? But what if he himself makes a mistake?"