CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: STEALING MY DESIGN DRAFT

"It’s all because of you!" Amber Whitman completely lost it and shoved Evelyn Clayton hard. "I’m better than you at everything, and I couldn’t get into The Grant Group. Why did you get in? Isn’t it because you sold yourself? You sold yourself to Matthew Sullivan and then to James Grant, you—"

"Slap—"

A hard slap landed on Amber Whitman’s face.

The burning pain on her face reminded Amber that she was slapped by the person she looked down on the most.

She covered her face, looking at Evelyn Clayton in disbelief.

"You dared to hit me?!"

"Yes, I did! Since your parents don’t discipline you, someone else has to!" Evelyn Clayton sneered. "I wonder what reaction James Grant will have when he finds out you’re so dirty-handed?"

"..."

Amber Whitman panted heavily, not daring to speak.

She was indeed afraid of this matter reaching James Grant’s ears, but there was no way she was going to apologize to Evelyn Clayton now!

The two could only remain in a stalemate.

Meanwhile, there were only fifteen minutes left in the meeting, and it was already in the concluding stage.

James Grant, upon hearing the news, handed the meeting over to the deputy manager and left.

When he arrived, Matthew Sullivan was trying to comfort Evelyn Clayton.

"Don’t be angry, rest assured, I will get you justice."

Evelyn Clayton ignored him, but that didn’t stop Matthew from trying to please her.

"Later, I’ll take you to eat something nice..."

Just as Matthew Sullivan was about to hold Evelyn Clayton’s hand, James Grant, with a stern face, snapped—

"Enough of this nonsense!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Evelyn Clayton pressed her lips together, not speaking.

She couldn’t determine James Grant’s attitude; what if Amber Whitman started making a scene?

Would James Grant really handle this impartially considering the Whitman Family’s reputation?

Sure enough, as soon as he appeared, Amber Whitman immediately forced out a couple of tears.

"James, if you hadn’t come, I would’ve been bullied to death!"

Playing the victim!

Evelyn Clayton sneered, "Miss Whitman’s tears are really cheap, but even if you cry yourself dry, it doesn’t make stealing my design drafts right."

"Steal design drafts?" James Grant pushed away the approaching Amber Whitman, frowning slightly, "What’s going on?"

Seeing James Grant’s indifferent attitude, Amber bit her lower lip guiltily.

"James, I just wanted to joke with her. She took it seriously. Can you help me explain to her? I won’t do it again."

She had done more excessive things before, but James had always laughed them off.

This time should be the same, right?

Thinking of this, Amber Whitman felt more confident, striking while the iron was hot.

"James, we’ve grown up together since we were kids, you know I meant no harm..."

James Grant ignored her and directly asked Xiao Zhang, "Where’s the surveillance footage? Let me see."

Xiao Zhang quickly played the video.

On the screen, it clearly showed Amber Whitman sneaking into the office to steal the design drafts.

Replay after replay, a public humiliation.

At this point, James Grant’s face darkened to the extreme.

Amber Whitman, on the side, wished the ground would open up and swallow her in her shame.

Evelyn Clayton, on the contrary, became the calmest person, as if this farce had nothing to do with her.

In reality, she was also unsure of James Grant’s true stance.

If James Grant intended to cover it up, this matter would still end inconclusively.

Finally, the video ended, and James Grant’s expression remained indifferent, giving away nothing.

Amber Whitman breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the matter was over, and said with a sense of luck, "James, I really was just joking. If she can’t handle this, how can she be your wife?"