CHAPTER 524: CHAPTER 524: LET’S SEE THE OUTCOME

When the lunchbox was opened, there was stir-fried spinach, corn with shrimp, braised pork, and Evelyn Clayton’s favorite potato stew with chicken.

They were all homemade dishes, but prepared delicately and tasted just right in temperature.

James Grant rolled up his sleeves to serve soup for Evelyn Clayton, who watched his every move intently, feeling as if there was a knife slicing through her heart.

She had never seen James Grant like this before, patient, gentle, and full of cherishment toward her.

"West Lake beef soup, your favorite." James Grant placed the soup bowl in front of Evelyn Clayton, his long eyes slightly curved, full of smiles.

Evelyn Clayton didn’t move for a moment, slowly dealing with the unspeakable oppression and heaviness in her heart, her fingers slightly trembling in her palm.

James Grant finally noticed Evelyn Clayton’s unease, his smile paused, "What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing." Evelyn Clayton’s lips parted slightly, "When you came, did you make sure no one followed you?"

James Grant chuckled, "Afraid our underground romance will be discovered?"

He gently rubbed the top of Evelyn Clayton’s head, "No worries, I was careful, no one followed me."

Evelyn Clayton picked up the bowl and sipped the beef soup slowly.

She gradually calmed herself down, making sure she appeared as if nothing was wrong.

After finishing a bowl of soup, while eating, Evelyn Clayton casually mentioned, "The day after tomorrow is the launch of Gem’s new clothes, and afterward, I might need your help with something."

James Grant was more than eager to have Evelyn Clayton ask for his help, he replied warmly, "What is it? Tell me."

Evelyn Clayton chewed slowly, preparing herself mentally, "Do you remember the driver who helped John Jacobs kidnap me before?"

Not expecting Evelyn Clayton to bring this up, James Grant was slightly startled but then nodded, "I remember."

"That driver actually didn’t really want to kidnap me; he was forced into it. If it wasn’t for him, I might not have been able to break free from the ropes. His momentary good intention gave me a chance..."

Evelyn Clayton put down her chopsticks and looked at James Grant intently, "He told me at that time he had a wife bedridden with cancer, so he needed money for medical treatment, which is why he was coerced into being involved with John Jacobs. I promised him I would take care of his wife."

James Grant frowned subconsciously, "You take care of her? But he didn’t really save you. Even without the fire, he might not have let you go."

"I know. But he’s very pitiful, and I promised him, so I want to help him if I can." Evelyn Clayton slightly raised her eyebrows, "Actually, you don’t have to do much. I want to transfer his wife to a hospital here with better privacy. Do you know of any such hospitals?"

James Grant’s expression was full of disagreement, but due to Evelyn Clayton’s firmness, he hesitated without speaking out.

"I hope you can understand me." Evelyn Clayton said seriously, "Don’t refuse me, and don’t tell anyone about this, okay?"

With those words, James Grant seemed a bit compromised.

"Okay." James Grant seemed a bit resigned, "How could I refuse you?"

Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips into a smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on James Grant’s lips.

James Grant’s eyes darkened slightly, capturing her by the back of her head and kissing her deeply.

In the closeness of their lips and teeth, Evelyn Clayton slightly opened her eyes, watching James Grant seemingly lost in the moment, her long lashes fluttering, feeling indescribably complex.

As expected, as soon as they finished their meal, Yara Reagan arrived.

It seemed she learned about James Grant’s arrival on her way, bursting into the lounge as soon as she entered the company.

"What are you doing?" Yara Reagan, guarding like a thief, dragged Evelyn Clayton over and glared at James Grant, "You feel uneasy if you don’t see each other for a day?"

James Grant leisurely admitted, "Yes, I do feel uneasy."

Yara Reagan sneered, "Then don’t blame me for breaking you apart. Director Grant, have you finished eating? If you’re done, you can leave now."

Being blocked from seeing his girlfriend twice in a row, even the most good-tempered person couldn’t hold it in, not to mention James Grant wasn’t that temperate.

He slightly darkened his face, holding back and holding back, glanced at Evelyn Clayton and swallowed his words, blinking slightly.

"Alright, I was just worried she wouldn’t eat well at noon, nothing else."

When he said this, his tone was lightly sighing, as if he had endured some grievance, hiding it in his eyes, gazing deeply and tenderly at Evelyn Clayton.

Yara Reagan was stunned, then burst into anger, "Who are you trying to act innocent for?!"

"Alright, Yara." Evelyn Clayton chuckled, soothing Yara Reagan, "James, you should go back first; I’ll come to see you after I’m done here."

James Grant raised an eyebrow and glanced at Yara Reagan, his eyes not without a hint of triumph.

Yara Reagan was both angry and amused, almost breaking into laughter.

Quentin Hale had come over unnoticed, looking on expectantly from the doorway, and seeing this, James Grant knew it was time to leave.

"I’ll be off then." James Grant came to Evelyn Clayton’s side, held her hand and gently rubbed it, "Remember to come find me."

Evelyn Clayton’s smile widened slightly, nodding her head.

Yara Reagan still glared angrily at James Grant, who pretended not to see, asking Quentin Hale to carry the lunchbox as they left.

"If Rhys Jacobs hadn’t told me, would he have stayed longer in your office lounge?" Yara Reagan complained, glaring at Evelyn Clayton like she was hopeless, "Can’t you show a bit more spine?"

Evelyn Clayton couldn’t help but laugh, "When have I ever lacked spine?"

Yara Reagan glared at her for a while, finally giving in, "Forget it, I understand. Just getting together, being inseparable is unavoidable... But don’t forget about business! The day after tomorrow is the launch!"

"Don’t worry, when have I ever forgotten about business?" Evelyn Clayton reassured her, and Yara Reagan’s anger finally subsided a bit.

On the other side, James Grant got into the car and asked Quentin Hale along the way, "Is there anything happening at the company?"

Quentin Hale looked serious, "It’s not about the company, Director Grant. You had someone follow Julia Lawrence, but she went missing this morning."

James Grant’s brows knitted tightly, "What’s going on?"

"The person watching near Julia Lawrence’s house just reported that she visited the welfare home she used to stay at this morning and didn’t come back out. Our people checked the welfare home, and she’s not inside. Most likely she sneaked out from some unknown exit..."

James Grant’s expression darkened slightly, closing his eyes to pinch his brow, "Find a way to locate her."

When he opened his eyes again, a dark shade flashed in James Grant’s gaze.

Even though Evelyn Clayton could let Julia Lawrence go, it didn’t mean he could.

Moreover, regarding Soren Foster’s matters, Julia Lawrence surely knew quite a bit...

If he could learn something from Julia Lawrence, it would greatly aid in taking down Summer Monroe.

Now that Julia Lawrence had fled... James Grant had a feeling that something was bound to happen.

"Find a way to probe Soren Foster’s side and see if there’s any result."