Chapter 1087

No.1

"What exactly do you want, Mr. Kingsley?" Evelyn snapped. "Does Kingsley Group's legal team need you personally to harass me?"

Nathan quickly intervened. "Miss Sinclair, there's a juice bar down the street—"

"Fine, I'll check." Evelyn suddenly relented. "But no promises."

As she turned to leave, she paused. "Who's paying for the lemons?"

Her pockets were practically empty these days.

Alexander toyed with his phone. "Deduct it from your debt."

"That eight million hasn't even gone to court yet!"

No.2

"Forgot about the printing press incident?" Alexander arched a brow. "One month's salary."

Evelyn fell silent.

Money was the last thing she wanted to discuss.

Nathan slipped her a credit card as they left. "Use this, Miss Sinclair."

Luck was on their side—a lemon delivery had just arrived at the juice bar.

Evelyn's eyes lit up. "I'll take the entire shipment!"

Nathan nearly bit his tongue.

No.3

Trembling, he texted Alexander: [Miss Sinclair bought a lot of lemons.]

Alexander replied: [Good.]

Nathan decided not to disclose the actual quantity of the mountain of lemons now piled before them.

Evelyn rented a juicer and began squeezing furiously.

An hour later, she and Nathan returned to the lounge carrying two massive buckets of lemon water.

With a thud, she set them before Alexander.

Evelyn grabbed a porcelain cup, filled it to the brim, and handed it to him with a sweet smile.

No.4

"Enjoy your drink, Mr. Kingsley." She beamed. "This is all specially prepared for you."

The two buckets of lemon water shimmered under the lights, their golden hue almost blinding.

Alexander's expression turned sourer than the lemons themselves.

The glass refracted cold light under the lamps.

Alexander Kingsley's gaze lingered on the rim, where a single drop of water still glistened.

The crisp scent of lemon hung in the air.

He raised the glass, pressing the rim to his thin lips.

No.5

"Lord Alex—" Nathan Carter's protest died in his throat.

Alexander had already swallowed the first sip.

An eerie silence fell over the lounge.

The producer kept checking his watch. Fifteen minutes until the premiere ceremony.

Every eye was fixed on those slender, aristocratic fingers.

Evelyn Sinclair smiled faintly. "How does it taste?"

Alexander's Adam's apple bobbed.

No.6

Then he tilted his head back and drained the entire glass of pure lemon juice.

Nathan's eyes widened.

That was undiluted citrus—acidic enough to make grown men weep.

"Passable." Alexander set the glass down with a sharp clink.

The producer nearly dropped to his knees in relief.

"The ceremony—" he ventured cautiously.

Alexander pointed to two large containers in the corner. "One glass each. Then we go."

No.7

Staff scrambled to distribute paper cups.

The producer was first in line, taking a hearty gulp.

"Pfft—"

Sour liquid sprayed across the floor.

Alexander sidestepped the mess with a frown. "Not to your liking?"

"D-delicious..." The producer forced down the remainder with tears in his eyes.