Chapter 1059
No.1
Martha raged: [Why's that useless Charlie second? He didn't even attend the interview!]
Evelyn actually laughed: [Let them fight over it.]
"Evelyn!" Someone called across the office. "Can you fetch our bubble tea?"
She looked up to see a colleague's fake smile. "Accidentally chose store pickup."
Evelyn closed her laptop. "Delivery won't come upstairs?"
"Everyone's busy..." The woman avoided eye contact.
Evelyn grabbed her phone and left.
At the tea shop, she messaged the department group: [No order here.]
No.2
Instant chaos:
[Oops wrong location!]
[It's three blocks over...]
[Be a dear and go there?]
Penelope made her entrance: [We're all swamped. Be understanding.]
Evelyn typed coldly: [Whoever ordered can fetch it.]
Dead silence.
Then Melissa Lee appeared: [One less proofread if you go.]
No.3
Evelyn replied instantly: [Which one?]
More silence.
Finally she selected the thickest financial report and hailed a cab.
Her arms trembled loading sixty drinks into the trunk.
"Was this slave labor worth fighting for?"
Alexander's mocking voice came from behind.
He leaned against his car, eyes glacial.
Evelyn Sinclair knew Kingsley Group was nearby.
No.4
But she never expected to bump into Alexander Kingsley while buying bubble tea.
She didn't even glance up, taking the paper bag from the cashier and heading straight for her trunk.
"Lord Alex has such broad horizons. Everything seems remarkable to him."
Alexander's eyes darkened. Barely gone for any time, yet her tongue had grown sharper—wild and untamed!
He opened his mouth to retaliate—
"Miss Sinclair, careful..." Nathan Carter hurried forward, placing the remaining drinks in her trunk with meticulous care. "This way they won't spill."
Lord Alex had left the hospital against medical advice. His private physician had been chasing him to the office daily for IV drips.
Yet he skipped meals and ignored medication schedules.
No.5
If Evelyn provoked him further...
Nathan valued his current position too much to risk losing it over avoidable conflicts.
"Thanks." Evelyn nodded at Nathan—not for handling her drinks, but for defusing the tension.
One fool like Ethan Miller around Alexander was enough.
"Miss Sinclair, you're always welcome at Kingsley Group. The 'Sinclair' in our name still represents your home." Nathan smiled warmly, a stark contrast to his aggressive negotiation tactics at Horizon Media.
Evelyn didn't respond, turning to enter her car.
Home?
How poetic.
No.6
After all these years, who in Kingsbury remembered the meaning behind that "Sinclair"? Who even knew Kingsley Group's full history?
Her home had vanished long ago.
Neither Kingsley Group nor the Kingsley family would ever welcome her back.
......
"Melissa! Melissa!" Someone called out as Melissa Lee passed Evelyn's workstation.
They pointed at her legs. "Your stockings..."
"Oh!" Melissa looked down. "My cat got playful again..."
She turned to Evelyn. "Drop whatever you're doing and buy me new stockings."
No.7
Evelyn lifted her gaze, silent.
Melissa smirked. "I know you're frugal. I'll deduct one article from your workload."
Since the bubble tea incident, colleagues had increased their demands on Evelyn.