The last few words, Henry Yale gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Sharp, old eyes fiercely swept over Evelyn Sherman.
Hearing this, Evelyn's pupils flashed, as she looked at Henry who seemed to still be unaware of her relationship with Chester Yale. A cunning light passed through her eyes.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. I just met Miss Yakov by chance. She's been feeling down lately, so I accompanied her to relax outside. Yesterday, she happened to invite me to have tea, and then I encountered you," Evelyn said, her petite body tensing and curling up, feigning fear.
She squeezed an innocent expression onto her face, pitifully looking at Henry Yale.
"Is it not due to your instigation that Grace Yakov suddenly decided to attend the Shareholders' meeting?" Henry narrowed his eyes, staring at Evelyn skeptically.
