CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 18: ONLY I CAN DUMP YOU—DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME

"The engagement is between the two of us, you can’t decide on your own! I was immature before, but I’ve come to realize now that I love you, Evelyn, please don’t break off the engagement, okay?"

This flamboyant acting made Evelyn Clayton’s stomach churn.

The next moment, James Grant successfully freed her from Matthew Sullivan’s grip.

"Matthew Sullivan, wasn’t the beating you got last time enough?"

Matthew Sullivan gritted his teeth so hard they were almost crushed, glaring viciously at James Grant.

Anyone in the world could persuade him, but not James Grant!

James Grant had everything, while he only had the engagement to stay in the Grant Family, and now even this sole advantage was about to be stripped away by James Grant!

"Stop pretending to be the good guy! Aren’t you also a player? Could it be that the women Eldest Young Master Grant has been with are fewer than mine? Why can Evelyn accept him but not forgive me!"

Matthew Sullivan was genuinely panicking now, it was no longer just about his status in the Grant Family, but an indescribable fear.

He didn’t want to be a passing guest in Evelyn Clayton’s life, he should be her husband!

Evelyn Clayton frowned: "At least I believe James Grant will focus on me."

James Grant encircled her waist: "That’s right, at least I won’t be like someone who wouldn’t spare even his fiancée’s stepsister."

Seeing Matthew Sullivan’s face turn beet red with anger, Evelyn Clayton curled her lips in delight.

The next second, they heard a plop, Matthew Sullivan actually knelt straight down in front of Evelyn Clayton.

"Evelyn, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please give me another chance, I’m begging you!"

Evelyn Clayton stepped back, frowning in disgust.

"You listen to everything I say, right? Then I want to break off the engagement."

Matthew Sullivan shook his head frantically, just about to rush forward, but was immediately pushed aside by James Grant.

"Don’t touch her with your filthy hands."

James Grant wrapped his arm around Evelyn Clayton’s shoulder, looking down at Matthew Sullivan with chilling coldness in his eyes.

"You—"

"Enough!"

Harrison Grant spoke up, unable to bear it anymore: "Isn’t this enough already! Marcus, you stand up first, let’s talk properly, Evelyn is not an unreasonable girl. If you genuinely want to correct your mistakes, won’t she give you a chance?"

After speaking, he turned to Evelyn Clayton: "Isn’t that right, Evelyn?"

The way he said it, if she refused, she’d be perceived as unreasonable.

Evelyn Clayton inwardly sneered, truly a seasoned businessman, knowing the way to words.

"Uncle Grant, rather than worrying about my engagement, perhaps think about how to settle my stepsister. She’s not someone who’ll easily let things go, you’d better prepare for her and Matthew Sullivan’s marriage soon, I won’t trouble you further."

Harrison Grant interrupted her: "Evelyn, don’t be so impulsive! How about this, for Uncle Grant’s sake, give Marcus a chance for three months. During these three months, the engagement stays as is, if at the end of three months you still haven’t changed your mind, it’s not too late to revise the engagement."

"Uncle Grant—"

"Alright, I have a multinational meeting to attend, let Marcus take you back later."

Harrison Grant waved his hand, turning to go upstairs.

Perhaps with Harrison Grant backing him, Matthew Sullivan stood up confidently.

"Evelyn Clayton, you won’t get rid of me that easily. Only I can discard you, otherwise you’ll never leave me!"

His smug face made Evelyn Clayton’s disgust peak.

Evelyn Clayton pinched James Grant, turning to him.

The look in her eyes seemed to say: Can you tolerate this?

James Grant understood, his eyes narrowing slightly, cold light flickering: "Matthew Sullivan, has Dad been informed that the company he gave you is consistently losing money?"

"What are you doing?" Matthew Sullivan’s face changed: "I’ll explain my company’s affairs to Dad myself, it’s none of your business!"

"I’m a shareholder in the group, I have the right to inquire about the subsidiary’s accounts. But you, you’ve fabricated a lot of false accounts, now even banks refuse to lend to you, how do you manage the accounts?"

Matthew Sullivan flew into a rage: "James Grant, I’ve tolerated you for a long time! You compete with me for a woman and manage my company too, it’s downright bullying!"

Adding new feuds to old grievances, Matthew Sullivan couldn’t resist throwing a punch at James Grant.

Evelyn Clayton’s heart tightened unconsciously.

But the next second, Matthew Sullivan let out a miserable scream.

He was kicked over by James Grant, falling by the sofa and shattering a vase, now writhing in pain.

The servants came at the sound, witnessing his embarrassed figure.

In contrast, James Grant still stood tall, the icy coldness between his brows adding to his imposing presence.

Evelyn Clayton clicked her tongue, her gaze at Matthew Sullivan filled with undisguised mockery.

James Grant turned to her and raised an eyebrow: "Are you satisfied with your new fiancé? I occasionally practice Muay Thai, next time I’ll take you, as a form of exercise."

Muay Thai? Evelyn Clayton imagined the scene, suddenly feeling grateful that James Grant restrained himself with her in bed, instinctively blushing at the ears.

"Ahem, I have to go."

She turned to leave, Matthew Sullivan tried to follow, but was scared stiff by James Grant’s cold glare.