Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Going Against Me
Meanwhile, outside The Ephemeral Show Venue.
Summer Monroe sat in the car, gazing distantly towards the venue across the street, a mocking curve on her lips.
Not long after, someone opened the car door.
"Things are almost ready over there." Soren Foster’s voice was calm, "Shall we head over now?"
Summer sneered, "Of course, what else are we waiting for?"
Saying this, she closed the car door and coldly instructed the driver, "Drive, let’s go over there!"
As soon as she spoke, the driver had just started the car when suddenly a black McLaren sped out from an alley beside them, abruptly blocking Summer’s car.
The screech of the rims scraping the ground was sharp and piercing. Summer’s pupils dilated slightly, and upon recognizing the person in the other car, the surprise in her eyes slowly turned into a complex mix of emotions, finally settling on a faint jealousy and hatred.
She gritted her teeth slightly and got out of the car.
The owner of the McLaren also slowly got out; it was James Grant.
James Grant, in a black trench coat, his hair slightly unkempt, hung over his eyes, concealing some of the shadow within them.
He leaned gently against the car door, staring straight at Summer, then took out a cigarette and lit it.
As the tobacco burned, blue smoke entwined around him, blurring James Grant’s features slightly.
Summer approached slowly, the darkness in her eyes threatening to swallow her whole, "James Grant, did you come specifically to block my way?"
"What else?" James Grant snorted, "Did you think I came to serenade you?"
As he spoke, his dark eyes shifted slightly, casting a meaningful glance at Soren Foster.
Soren’s hand, hanging by his side, tightened slightly.
The anger and jealousy within Summer almost set her ablaze, pushing her emotions to the brink of collapse.
"James Grant, do you really like Evelyn Clayton so much?! So much that you keep opposing me again and again?!" Summer shouted, her eyes bloodshot.
James Grant neither affirmed nor denied, but his silence was the best response, needing no further elaboration.
Without a response, Summer grew increasingly manic.
She laughed coldly, her expression sinister, "James Grant, you like Evelyn Clayton so much, yet you don’t even have the guts to see her? Besides, you might not know this, but Franklin Ford and Evelyn Clayton are very close now."
The hand tapping the ash paused, James Grant looked at Summer expressionlessly, "What do you mean?"
"You don’t understand what I mean? Do I have to spell it out?" Summer’s words were full of mockery, "What’s wrong, something even Director Grant can’t handle?"
James Grant looked at her silently, before suddenly discarding the cigarette butt and stamping it out.
His arm moved slightly, and in the next second, Soren Foster stepped forward to block Summer, watching James Grant warily.
James Grant glanced at Soren Foster and gave a derisive snort.
However, Summer pushed Soren Foster aside.
Seeing Summer, whose eyes were solely on James Grant, Soren Foster felt a gaping hole slowly tearing open in his chest, as if ready to devour him.
"James Grant, what’s the use of helping Evelyn Clayton now? There’s no future for the two of you." Summer laughed quietly, her bloodshot eyes fixed on James Grant, "Instead of wasting your efforts, why not—"
"Summer."
James Grant suddenly spoke, "I recently learned something. Do you want to hear it?"
Summer was taken aback, "What?"
"I heard that years ago, my father betrayed and harmed Evelyn Clayton’s father for profit." James Grant lightly raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Summer’s expression, "I’m thinking, given how well you and your mother got along with my father, how much do you know about it?"