"I don't believe you!"
Evan's thin lips parted slightly and his falcon-like black eyes seized her with a fierce grip.
The air still seems to smell the faint scent of gardenia on her body, and it must be said that it attracts him.
A few short words made Evelyn clench her pretty five fingers, her knuckles slightly white.
"I understand, I will voluntarily withdraw from this project, please don't worry Mr. Barron."
She reluctantly straightened her spine, knowing that there was nothing more to be gained from further talk.
Evan didn't expect her to be so forthcoming.
"It was my son's decision to appoint you, it was my decision to fire you, you should know how to respond?"
Reece was already at odds with him, and he didn't want to fight over such trivial matters.
Evelyn's eyes did not dodge and met him straight on.
"I'll talk to young master and say it's because I'm not feeling well and can't fit into the program."
"You can go now."
"Good." Evelyn didn't hesitate to turn around and leave, but when she reached the door, she was still reluctant, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Barron, isn't it too superficial to judge a person's talent by his or her education?"
Behind Hugh heard a cold sweat emerge, this Miss Wilson is accusing Master Evan discrimination against people with low education?
Bold as hell!
"I don't superficialize other people, I only superficialize you."
Evan's warm words came, and Evelyn clenched her fist in hatred, anger lingering in her chest, just because she had said yesterday that he and Fabian were alike?
But that's clearly the truth.
Who gave him the courage to be so self-absorbed that anyone should deliberately approach to hit on him?
Evelyn's face jumped up with anger, simply exploding with rage.
But also figured out that no wonder his own Mike and he is so similar.
Fabian and he are relatives, can they not be alike?
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