CHAPTER 26: CHAPTER 26: THE SCANDAL BREAKS OUT

"Is this Miss Clayton’s service attitude?" Matthew Sullivan smiled at Evelyn Clayton, "I paid a lot of money, not to see you give me attitude."

Yara Reagan stood protectively in front of Evelyn Clayton, glaring at Matthew Sullivan.

"We’re not taking this job. Find someone else."

"Not taking it? Five minutes ago, I had my secretary transfer the deposit to your company’s account. If you back out, you’ll be in breach of contract. You don’t want your reputation ruined overnight because of this single incident." Matthew Sullivan raised an eyebrow smugly.

Evelyn Clayton remained unfazed, "We haven’t signed a contract yet. Even if you made a deposit, it doesn’t matter, we’ll just return it all to you."

"It’s not that simple."

Matthew Sullivan laughed heartily, "Yesterday, my secretary recorded the call with you. Although we haven’t officially signed a contract, both parties have shown intent to cooperate, and the deposit is already transferred, giving it contractual effect. Even if it goes to court, you might not win."

"Despicable!" Yara Reagan was furious.

"Then let’s go to court! We’re not afraid of you! Evelyn, let’s go!"

"Don’t be impulsive." Evelyn Clayton held Yara Reagan back.

If it really goes to court, she could afford it, but Yara Reagan couldn’t.

In order to start this studio, Yara Reagan had invested everything she had.

In the early days of entrepreneurship, how many instant noodles had Yara Reagan eaten? Her stomach was ruined from it.

She couldn’t let her efforts go to waste.

"I’ll only work as a design consultant. You are not allowed to disturb me during non-working hours."

Yara Reagan’s eyes reddened with anger, "Evelyn, why did you agree to this? Let them take us to court! We’re not afraid."

"Alright Yara, enough." Evelyn Clayton put on a serious face, looking businesslike.

"I’ll go in to take some photos first. Do you have any requirements for this house?"

Matthew Sullivan followed her side, with a tender look, "No special requirements, just design it however you like."

"Mr. Sullivan, I can’t work like this." Evelyn Clayton said coldly, "You are the client, I am the service provider, you give the requirements, and I get it done. It’s that simple."

After speaking, she took out her camera to carefully capture the layout of the house.

"Mr. Sullivan, if you can’t provide any requirements, I’ll prepare a few options for you to choose from, and deliver them to you by the end of the month. Is this timeline okay?"

"No need to rush. Take your time, do it whenever convenient for you." Matthew Sullivan attempted to embrace her from behind.

Evelyn Clayton promptly sidestepped, her expression turning even grimmer, "Since Mr. Sullivan has no other requirements, I’ll be leaving first."

"Evelyn, let’s have dinner together? I booked a table at your favorite restaurant."

Matthew Sullivan was still unwilling to give up.

But Evelyn Clayton had already called for a car, not looking back as she beckoned Yara Reagan.

"Yara, the work’s done. Let’s head back."

"Okay!" Yara Reagan hooked her arm with Evelyn Clayton’s, watching Matthew Sullivan warily, afraid he would follow.

Matthew Sullivan stood in place, his face dark as ink, gritting his teeth as he watched them leave.

On the way back, the driver turned on the radio, the host was discussing the gossip about James Grant spending the night with a female celebrity.

Yara Reagan sneaked a peek at Evelyn Clayton’s expression, seeing her indifferent demeanor, she finally relaxed.

Elsewhere, James Grant woke up.

Quentin Hale had already arrived, waiting for him in the living room. Seeing him come out, he immediately stood up to greet him.

"Director Grant."

Seeing his serious expression, James Grant rubbed his temples, "What’s happened?"

"Last night, the media reported on your night with a female celebrity at the club." Quentin Hale reported in a straightforward manner.

James Grant didn’t say a word, calmly taking a sip of water.

Out of three hundred and sixty-five days a year, three hundred of them are filled with his gossip.

It’s not news anymore.

But, did she see the news?

He opened WeChat, only to find messages from everyone except Evelyn Clayton.

Only Evelyn Clayton was quiet, her chat box completely blank.