CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: DON’T WORRY, I WON’T SET YOU UP THIS TIME

For James, the profit might not even be enough to fill the gap between his teeth, but it was enough for their studio to eat for a while.

Evelyn Clayton looked James up and down several times, but didn’t speak.

"What? Not willing?" James smiled indifferently, "Then I’ll let another studio handle it."

"Why wouldn’t I do it? Who would turn down money?" Evelyn assumed he was compensating for the Cindy Owens incident.

James nodded, tapping his slender fingers on the table, "I’ll have my driver deliver the documents later."

"No need, just send them to me online."

James helplessly curled his lips into a soft smile, realizing Evelyn was determined to draw a clear line.

Seeing James had more to discuss with Evelyn, Yara Reagan volunteered, "I’ll go buy some drinks, do you want any?"

"No need." Evelyn and James replied in unison.

Stifling her laughter, Yara didn’t forget to take Quentin Hale with her, leaving the two of them alone.

Evelyn really wanted to ignore James, but his presence was too strong, like a mountain intimidatingly standing in front of her.

"Evelyn, I mishandled the Cindy Owens situation, I’m sorry—"

Evelyn interrupted him, her eyes cold and piercing, "Are you planning to apologize, then take me to a fancy dinner, and give me a bunch of red roses, so this whole thing never happened, right?"

Obviously, for a playboy like James, an apology would be nothing more than this.

"Ahem," James kept his smile, "That was the original plan. But now it seems it’s unnecessary."

"Don’t waste your efforts, the contract termination is non-negotiable."

James’s smile gradually faded, "Alright, if you insist on terminating the contract, I’ll respect your decision. When will you give me the thirty million?"

"What thirty million?" Evelyn looked at him in shock.

"Unilateral termination of the contract requires a thirty million compensation. It’s clearly stated in the contract."

"Seems like you don’t remember, no worries, I brought the contract." James smiled, handing her a stack of documents.

Taking the contract, Evelyn flipped directly to the penalty terms on the last page.

It clearly stated—

The party requesting termination must compensate the other party thirty million.

Damn it, how did she miss this clause at the time!

Furious, her slender fingers crumpled the contract.

James "kindly" reminded her, "Don’t crush the contract, though if it gets ruined, that’s fine. This is a copy, the original is in my office."

Insidious! Despicable!

Evelyn glared at James.

"The contract was something you prepared a long time ago, right? Otherwise, how could you have produced it so quickly that morning? You really went to great lengths to dig this pit, absolutely calculating, Eldest Young Master Grant!"

James did not deny it.

"Indeed, I put some thought into it, but having you is worth it."

James candidly admitted.

Evelyn furiously searched around, trying to find something to throw at him, but found nothing.

James reminded her again, "You have a mouse by your hand. But if you smash that mouse, you won’t be able to work anymore."

"You’re overthinking it, I usually have two mice ready. One for work, one for smashing people."

Saying this, Evelyn really went to unplug the mouse cord.

But James was quick, grasping her wrist, his large hand brushing against her tender skin, sending goosebumps all over her.

"Let go!"

"I’m really sorry for what happened before, as compensation, you may add another condition to the contract, how about that?"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, "Any condition?"

"Any."

"Is there a time limit?"

"None."

Evelyn hesitated for a moment, considering whether James was again trying to trick her this time.

"Don’t worry. I won’t trick you this time."