Chapter 1445

No.1

Isabella's fan forum exploded.

Her supporters flooded Evelyn's forum with vile insults.

[You homewrecker! How dare you steal our queen's man!]

[Faking evidence to frame our sister? We'll see you in court!]

Bianca's fans quickly mobilized in defense.

[Protect our journalist angel!]

[Your demon queen dug her own grave.]

No.2

[Heard Lord Alex sent twenty truckloads of roses. Someone's bitter?]

The battle raged.

Bianca's fans organized anti-bullying campaigns and established official fan clubs.

Their slogan was brutally simple: Stan real talent or get lost!

Evelyn somehow gained her own fanbase.

"Editor," Charlie said admiringly, "have you considered becoming a celebrity?"

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "Can't sing, can't dance, terrible actress. Celebrity?"

No.3

"But you're gorgeous!" Iris chimed in.

Evelyn closed her folder. "Finished today's articles?"

Both reporters vanished instantly.

......

Kingsbury Airport.

Nathan Carter approached Alexander the moment he disembarked.

"Lord Alex, Julian Ashford came to pick up Miss Sinclair."

No.4

Alexander's gaze turned icy. "Where are they?"

Nathan hesitated. "There's more... Patriarch Kingsley is here too."

Alexander froze mid-step.

In the VIP lounge, Patriarch Kingsley gripped his cane with a stern expression.

Eleanor Kingsley attempted mediation. "Evelyn personally called to explain. Why must you be so difficult?"

Alexander stiffened.

She contacted his grandfather?

No.5

"What exactly happened with that Winslow girl?" the old man demanded.

"Nothing." Alexander's reply was clipped.

The patriarch nodded. "Good. Evelyn is the only granddaughter-in-law I recognize."

His cane struck the floor sharply. "When's the wedding?"

Alexander met his gaze steadily. "I'll propose publicly during your birthday banquet."

Eleanor gasped, covering her mouth.

When had they reconciled?

No.6

This decision even surprised her.

Would Evelyn... actually say yes?

Eleanor Kingsley stood frozen in place.

Patriarch Kingsley, however, beamed with delight.

"Good! Good! Good!" he exclaimed, nearly dropping his cane in excitement.

"That's my grandson!"

The gloom on his face vanished as he gave Alexander Kingsley an approving thumbs-up. "Hurry up and get married. I want to hold my great-grandchild next year!"

No.7

The old man was in such high spirits that he began humming a tune.

Eleanor looked stunned.

She pulled Alexander aside.

"You're really planning to propose?"

"Is that a problem?" Alexander countered, then frowned. "What did Evelyn say to Grandfather over the phone?"

Eleanor gave him a meaningful look. "Evelyn contacted me before releasing the surveillance footage. She asked me to keep it from him."