CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 105: MAKING MONEY IS WHAT MATTERS MOST

The man on the other end answered quickly, his deep voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

"You already have something for me so soon?"

"Director Grant, the cost estimate from the Yates company is far above the cost, which I find very unreasonable."

Evelyn Clayton spoke professionally, while on the other end, James Grant narrowed his eyes, his voice neither happy nor angry echoing through the room.

"What does this mean, you’re asking me to delegate authority?"

Jasper Grant felt a bit smug, just about to tell Evelyn Clayton that his big brother wasn’t an easy person to deal with, when he heard James Grant’s next sentence.

"If you want it, just say so. I’ll give you full authority to handle this matter."

"Really?"

"I never make empty promises."

Having achieved her goal, Evelyn Clayton turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Jasper Grant.

The latter was momentarily at a loss for words.

With James Grant’s permission, Evelyn Clayton found it much easier to proceed with her tasks.

She swiftly contacted the counterpart at Yates company, giving them only three days, stating that if they didn’t lower the price, there was no need to send over the new season’s contract.

Sure enough, someone came to find Evelyn Clayton after three days.

"You, woman, are more skilled than I imagined." Clara Yates sized her up for two minutes, smirking with a sideways glance, "So you’ve infiltrated The Grant Group so quickly?"

Leaning back in her chair, Evelyn Clayton crossed her arms, mimicking her posture, and sneered.

"And you are?"

"I’m Clara Yates. I’m responsible for the project cooperating with you, and I set the estimates."

Evelyn Clayton understood.

"Then you’ve come to me with a new estimate?"

"Tsk." Clara Yates closed the door and deliberately lowered her voice, "I know about your relationship with James Grant."

"So what?" Evelyn Clayton remained unmoved. Many people knew about their relationship.

"I was also there at the firework display at Keith Donovan’s house that day."

"So?"

Clara Yates said urgently, "Do you really think James Grant will settle down? It’s not the first time he’s played such tricks. Previously, he pursued an actress by booking a month of advertising on a city center bridge. Wake up, it’s impossible to gain love from him, gaining money is the most important thing."

"What does that have to do with the estimate?"

"It’s not. How can you be so obstinate, woman? Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?" Clara Yates was exasperated, "Why save him so much money? He won’t spend it all on you!"

Evelyn Clayton snorted disdainfully, "Must everything I do be for him? Can’t it be for the company?"

"You must be joking." Clara Yates sneered contemptuously, "I’m not part of the Grant Family, you don’t need to put on an act with me."

"Then I won’t act. If you don’t bring a new estimate, the cooperation will end for now."

Evelyn Clayton didn’t flinch, not only because James Grant had told her to do as she saw fit, but because she knew her actions were beneficial to The Grant Group, and even if Harrison Grant questioned her later, she had legitimate reasons.

Clara Yates didn’t expect her to be such a tough nut to crack. She said nothing more after some back-and-forth, left angrily, and slammed the door with a loud bang.

Evelyn Clayton ignored this and continued handling paperwork.

——

After work, Evelyn Clayton made plans to have dinner with Yara Reagan to chat about the studio and vent about recent life issues.

It had been a week since Evelyn Clayton had seen Yara Reagan, and she was somewhat excited.

Speak of the devil, Yara Reagan just happened to call.

While packing her things, Evelyn Clayton answered, "I’m already packing up, don’t rush me, beautiful."

"Don’t go to the restaurant just yet; do you have time to come by the studio now?" Yara Reagan’s rare seriousness made Evelyn Clayton tense up.

She didn’t care whether her things were packed, grabbed her bag, and left the office.

While hailing a taxi, she asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I signed a contract without noticing some details, and now the other party is asking us to pay triple the penalty. But the studio just paid this quarter’s rent and other miscellaneous expenses, so there’s no money left for the penalty..."

Yara Reagan was nearly in tears. Evelyn Clayton had entrusted her with the studio for less than half a month, and she’d already gotten into such a big mess.

It was only because she had no other choice that she wanted to ask Evelyn Clayton for help.