After her marriage, Evelyn Grant's demeanor had grown increasingly gentle and elegant.
The years had only gifted her with mature experience and a more refined, striking beauty. Inevitably, this made her a topic of conversation among those in their social circle.
Some spoke well of her, others spoke ill, but Evelyn Grant paid them no mind.
'You couldn't control what other people said; there would always be gossips. If she wasted her time on such matters, she'd never get anything done.'
Besides, whenever these people were in her presence, they would still plaster on smiles and grovel to get on her good side, hoping to get her contact information.
Yara Summers, lounging on a sofa at The Sovereign, laughed at the thought.
"Mrs. Keaton, you do know that with a single word from you, the entire entertainment industry would be thrown into chaos."
