Chapter 1266

No.1

"Just have someone eliminate her," Xavier Stapleton hissed through gritted teeth.

Hugo sneered. "You think the police are decorations? Roman Young would suspect you first."

"Then we take him out too!" Xavier's eyes gleamed with malice.

"Idiot!" Hugo slammed the table. "Do you want the whole world to know his identity?"

Xavier immediately fell silent.

Hugo narrowed his eyes. "Stay out of this. I'll handle it."

......

Alexander hadn't appeared since beating Xavier that night.

No.2

Yet Evelyn kept waking abruptly in the darkness.

She'd listen intently, but her empty apartment echoed only with her own breathing.

A self-deprecating smile touched her lips.

Alexander, raised in luxury, could never endure her ordinary life.

His kindness toward her had always been as fleeting as a night-blooming flower.

"Miss Sinclair, we need to move your interview to the hotel," the HR manager apologized. "The conference room requires sudden renovations."

Evelyn nodded without reaction.

The arrangement felt suspicious.

No.3

"Let me accompany you," Roman fretted. "Xavier's been giving you strange looks lately."

"He wouldn't dare." Evelyn sounded certain.

Hugo wouldn't risk Xavier acting recklessly now.

The next day, Evelyn completed her hotel interview smoothly.

As she exited the room, a man suddenly bumped into her.

Someone pushed her from behind.

Instinctively, she raised her laptop against her chest.

"My apologies!" The man bowed repeatedly.

No.4

Evelyn recognized him as today's rejected candidate.

Her gaze swept the hallway—the pusher had vanished.

"Actually, I waited specifically to see you." The man hurried after her.

"Can I help you?"

Evelyn Sinclair instantly noticed the man's breathing growing closer behind her.

She quickened her pace, but he matched her step for step.

"Ms. Sinclair, I just wanted to ask..." His voice dripped with forced deference. "Do you think I passed the interview?"

"HR will notify you within three days." She slipped into the elevator.

No.5

The man squeezed in after her.

"How did I perform?" He pressed, undeterred.

Evelyn silently pressed the close-door button.

It wasn't that she refused to answer—his invasive proximity made her skin crawl.

Only after exiting the hotel lobby and confirming he hadn't followed did she exhale in relief.

What kind of interview was this?

More like a stalker's pursuit.

She pulled up the email and dragged his resume straight to the trash.

No.6

......

In her living room, Evelyn finalized broadcast details for Winston Strauss's exclusive interview with the news station.

"Don't worry, Ms. Sinclair. Your segment is the grand finale..."

"We'll monitor live comments in real-time..."

"You must attend tomorrow's taping..."

Hanging up, she stared absently at her phone.

Her fan group chat lay dormant except for the occasional admin clearing spam posts.

She'd specifically instructed them not to promote tomorrow's interview.

No.7

As a journalist, she wanted no part of fandom theatrics.

But neither would she hide like before.

Horizon Media's transfer to the video department had unexpectedly aligned with her goals.

In this era, newsmakers must step into the spotlight.

Ding—

Her phone erupted with vibrations.