CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: MARRY HER? YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY?

Evelyn Clayton felt a chill in her heart, hesitated for a moment, and decided to admit it since James Grant wasn’t present.

"Yes, Uncle Grant, I want to call off the engagement."

"Don’t even think about it." Matthew Sullivan glared at Evelyn and refused before Harrison Grant had a chance to speak.

Evelyn was truly infuriated with Matthew Sullivan; how seriously ill must he be to oppose her like this?

However, it was Harrison Grant’s opinion that mattered, not Matthew Sullivan’s.

"Uncle Grant." Evelyn lowered her eyes, deliberately making her gaze appear more sincere: "I know you want to take care of me on behalf of Dad and hope that I will be happy, but Matthew and I have no feelings for each other, and..."

She hesitated for a moment and lied impulsively: "I’m deeply in love with my boyfriend, and if I can’t marry him, I’d rather not marry at all."

"Evelyn, how dare you!" Hearing Evelyn mention a boyfriend, Matthew Sullivan couldn’t help it and jumped up.

Harrison Grant glanced at him indifferently, his authoritative demeanor silencing Matthew Sullivan, forcing him to sit back down, though deliberately distancing himself from Iris Lockwood.

"Evelyn, I’m curious, who is your boyfriend?" Harrison Grant’s tone remained gentle, neither rejecting nor agreeing: "I would like to meet him, is that okay?"

Evelyn panicked; she had spoken recklessly in a moment of urgency — where did she have a boyfriend?

"Uncle Grant is just concerned for you; if we can’t be sure the person is good, Uncle Grant can’t simply let you date anyone." Having been in business for years, Harrison Grant could instantly tell her words were problematic and said immediately: "Just tell me his name, shouldn’t be too difficult, right?"

"It’s me!" a free-spirited and casual voice rang out at the living room door.

Evelyn whipped her head around to see James Grant, who was supposed to be at work, striding in.

James Grant’s handsome face bore a lazy smile, and his tone was casual.

"Dad, do you need to get to know me again?"

Harrison Grant’s expression turned icy in an instant.

"Nonsense!"

James Grant slightly curled his lips without responding.

"Brother, this is between Evelyn and me, please don’t interfere." Matthew Sullivan suppressed his breath, barely maintaining his composure.

"What right do you have to tell me not to interfere? Because of your illegitimate status?"

James Grant sneered coldly, scanning the room.

As he finished, he extended his long arm, half wrapping Evelyn in his embrace, and raised an eyebrow at Matthew Sullivan.

"Let me introduce you, this is my new girlfriend, Evelyn Clayton."

Were it not for the circumstances, Evelyn would really want to slap him.

Originally, just finessing a little would have been enough, but now with James Grant’s sudden interference, everything had turned into chaos!

She tilted her head slightly, using her eyes to signal James Grant not to speak recklessly.

But to onlookers, Evelyn appeared to be cozily nestled in James Grant’s arms, not resisting, not speaking, just gazing at him tenderly, creating an ambiguous sense of flirtation.

"I don’t believe it!"

Matthew Sullivan roared in exasperation.

"Does it matter whether you believe it? After all, last night when Evelyn and I were at the hotel pouring out our hearts, you were busy in the room next door." James Grant quipped with a mocking smile.

The rational thread in Matthew Sullivan’s mind snapped with a "pop."

His eyes turned bloodshot, and he charged forward, swinging his fists at James Grant—

"You bastard, you steal my woman, I’ll kill you!"

James Grant’s eyes turned cold, and he swiftly pulled Evelyn behind him."

In the next second, he caught Matthew Sullivan’s swinging wrist and twisted it fiercely.

"Ah!"

Matthew Sullivan’s scream reverberated through the entire villa.

James Grant had no intention of letting him go.

He grabbed Matthew Sullivan’s wrist, pulling him closer.

While everyone was stunned, Matthew Sullivan had already embarrassingly fallen to his knees on the floor.

James Grant’s stern face showed no expression as he raised his foot and stomped down hard.

"Bang!"

Matthew Sullivan’s head was slammed down hard onto the floor, his face pressed against the ground, groaning in pain.

The usual playfulness on James Grant’s face was gone, replaced with icy aggression.

His gaze at Matthew Sullivan was as if he were looking at some sort of trash.

"Marry her? Do you think you’re worthy?!"

Philip Lockwood and his wife, along with Harrison Grant, were all stunned in fear.

Iris Lockwood wanted to intervene, but James Grant’s daunting demeanor left her too scared to move.

Only Evelyn, standing behind him, allowed a cold smile to form.

Matthew Sullivan’s wretched state on the floor was truly satisfying!

Harrison Grant coldly pulled James Grant away—

"Aren’t you going to let him go?! He is your brother!"

"I don’t have such a shameless brother!" James Grant scoffed disdainfully, pulling out a voice recorder from his suit pocket, pressing the play button, and tossing it onto the coffee table.

"Marcus, when can we openly be together? Hearing others call you Evelyn Clayton’s fiancé every time makes me unbearably upset..."

The recorder first played a delicate voice.

Then, it was followed by Matthew Sullivan’s arrogant and disdainful laugh: ’What is Evelyn Clayton? I don’t have any genuine feelings for her; the one I love is you, Iris! One day, I will marry you!"

What followed was an unmentionable series of sounds, mixed with the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s soft moans.