Chapter 1070
No.1
Simon York approached—her colleague since returning to the entertainment department.
For today's Vincent Sullivan interview, they'd assigned her an assistant. Simon had volunteered.
He'd always been decent to her. Evelyn had no reason to refuse...
"When are we heading to Mr. Sullivan's?" Simon asked as they waited for the elevator.
His gaze flickered toward the building's entrance.
That car was gone now...
Not the Crown Prince's vehicle.
No.2
Pity he'd been too focused on confirming Evelyn's identity to note the license plate.
"We'll leave after gathering our gear upstairs." Evelyn stared at the elevator doors, seemingly oblivious to his glance.
Returning to Vincent Sullivan's mansion, Evelyn received a warm welcome.
The elderly artist inquired after her wellbeing while ignoring Simon completely.
Simon's palms grew clammy with nerves.
This opportunity had him tossing all night, too anxious to eat breakfast properly.
Now his stomach rebelled.
No.3
He excused himself four times during the interview, emerging pale-faced afterward.
"Sorry for being dead weight." His apology seemed genuine.
Evelyn smiled gently. "Don't worry. I once fainted during an interview."
That was Victoria Henn's excuse for assigning her a minder—claiming no one could bear responsibility if another "accident" occurred.
Evelyn drafted the article with remarkable speed.
By next morning, she'd sent the first version to Vincent Sullivan.
After incorporating his feedback, the department rushed it through approvals.
No.4
Just in time for magazine layout, the editorial team adjusted and sent it to print immediately.
With this task completed, Victoria surprisingly granted Evelyn two days off.
But her much-needed nap was shattered by Martha Nash's call.
"Wake up! Emergency!" Martha's voice jolted her awake. "Check your messages. Delete after reading!"
Martha was prone to dramatics. Evelyn initially dismissed it.
Then she saw the attachment.
Her face drained of color.
No.5
She called back immediately. "Martha. Send me the printing plant's address."
A brief hesitation. "Sending now! But whether you succeed or fail, don't rat me out!"
"Succeed and you'll be promoted to editor!" Evelyn vowed.
She dressed hastily and dashed downstairs, spotting a taxi across the street.
Evelyn waved while sprinting across the road.
Screeching brakes tore through the air...
Tires screeched through the night.
No.6
Evelyn's skirt brushed against the Maybach's hood as she stumbled onto it.
"Trying to get yourself killed?" Alexander flung the car door open and closed the distance in three strides.
His fingers were icy as he swept her into his arms without explanation. The driver paled, hands trembling on the wheel.
"Hospital. Now." Alexander's voice simmered with restrained fury.
"I'm not hurt!" Evelyn struggled free. "There's an emergency—"
"Address." He cut her off, his grip unrelenting on her wrist.
"Printing factory. 23 Longtian Road." The words tumbled out.
No.7
The Maybach tore through the darkness.
Machines roared when Evelyn burst into the workshop. Her eyes immediately locked onto the Heidelberg press churning out Vincent Sullivan's feature.
"Shut it down!" She lunged for the control panel.
Silence swallowed the workshop. The operator moved to stop her, but she'd already deleted the layout files.
"What's the meaning of this?" The factory manager rushed over.
Evelyn flashed her press pass. "Critical errors in the article. Immediate revisions required."