Chapter 1399

No.1

Beside him, Alexander Kingsley pretended to focus on his computer while stealing glances at the screen.

"You'll handle this?" the patriarch asked.

After a pause, Alexander nodded.

"Get to the bottom of it. Evelyn deserves an explanation," the patriarch said sternly. "Fire whoever's responsible immediately."

"Mm." Alexander's eyes remained glued to the phone.

The patriarch saw through him but said nothing.

His son had his pride—best to let him save face.

No.2

......

On her way to the mall, Evelyn received a call from Victoria Henn.

"Evelyn! Get to Vincent Sullivan's house now!"

"Can't," Evelyn replied earnestly. "I'm running errands for Melissa. Besides, what does the entertainment department have to do with finance?"

"Don't use Melissa to intimidate me!" Victoria snapped furiously. "If you don't come, we're all doomed!"

"Then doom it is," Evelyn sighed. "All I do these days is buy bubble tea and stockings. Getting fired means severance pay—sounds like a win."

She hung up.

No.3

If you're begging for help, at least have the decency to ask nicely.

Supervisor Henn still has a lot to learn.

Victoria Henn stomped her feet in frustration.

Evelyn Sinclair had always been docile in the Entertainment Department, obediently completing every task without complaint.

When transferred to Finance, she'd signed the paperwork without even blinking.

After being thrown out by Vincent Sullivan, Victoria was certain one call would bring Evelyn running to fix the mess.

But the line only rang busy.

No.4

Panicked, she dialed Melissa Lee.

"Melissa, tell Evelyn to drop everything—this is an emergency!"

Melissa feigned calm. "Don't worry, I'll contact her."

Yet Evelyn's phone was either unreachable or cutting out mid-call.

Suspecting sabotage, Melissa ordered Victoria to try again.

This time, Evelyn answered.

"Why are you ignoring Melissa's calls?" Victoria demanded.

No.5

"Poor subway signal," Evelyn replied evenly.

"Get here now! Your supervisor approved it!"

"Sorry, the train's already heading the opposite direction."

"Stop lying! This is critical!" Victoria finally realized the game.

"Can't do it." Evelyn's refusal was crisp. "I've been transferred. Want my help? Transfer me back first."

"Come now—we'll discuss the transfer later!"

Evelyn chuckled. "After years leading teams, you have no backup plan? Sending someone alone to interview Vincent Sullivan?"

No.6

Victoria froze.

The words sounded eerily familiar.

Then it hit her—she'd said this exact phrase while reprimanding Martha Nash.

Gritting her teeth, Victoria tried reasoning. "This was always your assignment. It's only right you finish it."

"Didn't hear that during my transfer." Evelyn laughed outright. "Sorry—not—coming."

The line went dead.

Victoria stood stunned.

No.7

She begged Martha to intervene.

The reply came swiftly: No chance.

"Victoria, Evelyn must have unique access to Vincent. Replacing her was a mistake... Not that my opinion matters as editor."

Martha hid her satisfaction. Victoria's constant undermining had finally backfired.

Swallowing pride, Victoria called Evelyn again.

"Evelyn, I was wrong. I apologize. Please help Horizon—help me."