Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Ruined Reputation
After hanging up the phone, Evelyn Clayton was beside herself with laughter.
It looked like the relationship between Charlotte Sterling and Philip Lockwood was truly teetering on the edge.
The trust between them had also plummeted to freezing point.
"Evelyn, are you done with work? Shall we leave?"
Yara Reagan came over to ask at this point.
Evelyn Clayton stood up and said, "Is Old Wang still here? Let’s call him and go together to see what’s happening with Julia Lawrence."
Old Wang was still in a meeting with the design team employees but wrapped it up with a couple of sentences when Evelyn Clayton came over.
Upon hearing Evelyn Clayton was going to visit Julia Lawrence, Old Wang quickly shared the addresses of Julia Lawrence and her parents.
"Director Clayton, I won’t be going with you. It’s my eldest daughter’s birthday today, so I need to head home early." Old Wang smiled somewhat apologetically, "Besides, I’m a grown man, it’s not really suitable for me to visit the Lawrence Family."
Evelyn Clayton expressed understanding, and upon hearing it was Old Wang’s daughter’s birthday, she sent him a red envelope.
"A little something for the child, you must accept it."
Old Wang thanked her profusely.
Only then did Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan leave the company and drive to Julia Lawrence’s place.
It was said that Julia Lawrence had already moved out from her foster parents’ house to live on her own. Even though her place wasn’t exactly ideal, it still counted as escaping from the pit.
Yet when Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan arrived at the complex where Julia Lawrence lived, they knocked at the door for some time but received no response.
"She’s not answering calls or texts; what’s the matter with this girl?" Yara Reagan said, with a hint of concern showing in the furrow of her brows, "Could something have happened to her?"
Evelyn Clayton knitted her brows, saying, "Let’s check out her foster parents’ place."
Only after arriving at Julia Lawrence’s foster parents’ house did they realize this complex was quite upscale, the housing prices clearly expensive.
Remembering Julia Lawrence’s formerly plain and even somewhat shabby dressing style, Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan exchanged a glance.
No wonder Old Wang had mentioned Julia Lawrence’s difficult life then.
Apparently, these foster parents were enjoying their lives with Julia Lawrence’s money, utterly unconcerned about her well-being.
Accessing the upscale complex was challenging, but fortunately, the security at the entrance was reasonable and helped contact Julia Lawrence’s foster parents, soon granting them entry.
Arriving at Julia Lawrence’s doorstep, the door swung open before they could knock.
A middle-aged woman with a somewhat fierce look poked her head out, speaking coldly, "Who are you, what brings you to my house?"
Evelyn Clayton glanced at the information Old Wang provided, casually saying, "Mrs. Qin, is it? Is Julia Lawrence your daughter? I’m her unit supervisor, my surname is Clayton."
Mrs. Qin’s expression slightly shifted, soon adorned with an odd smile.
Seeming both tentative and ingratiating, yet strikingly enthusiastic.
"Ah yes, yes, she is." Mrs. Qin nodded repeatedly, "Please, do come in!"
Evelyn Clayton politely declined, "No need, we just wanted to see Julia. Is she home?"
"Oh, Julia hasn’t been home for days!" Mrs. Qin sighed, wearing an excessively worried expression, "The girl’s grown wings, she’s disobedient, hasn’t contacted us for a long time. We ask her to come home, but she refuses, wanting to stay out alone, completely disregarding her family here."
Evelyn Clayton’s brows slightly furrowed, eyes glinting with coldness.
Yara Reagan glanced at the woman, showing evident disdain.
Even without speaking, it was clear as day that Julia Lawrence would rather live in an old, rundown complex than return home, indicating a poor relationship with her parents.
This person still dares to speak ill of Julia Lawrence with just a few words.
Knowing Julia Lawrence hadn’t returned home, Evelyn Clayton didn’t care to linger any longer, exchanged a few perfunctory remarks, then left with Yara Reagan.