Chapter 151
No.1
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Half an hour later, the verdict was announced.
Alexander Kingsley had lost the case!
The news exploded across the internet.
"Alexander Kingsley actually lost?"
"After all his denials… Typical man!"
Reporters buzzed with speculation.
No.2
"What kind of irrefutable proof did Evelyn have?"
"Rumor is she didn’t even hire a lawyer—fought Kingsley Group’s legal dream team alone!"
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Evelyn’s fans celebrated.
[Did Lord Alex lose for love?]
[This is true devotion! I believe in romance again!]
Isabella’s supporters fired back.
No.3
[The verdict is out. Stop deluding yourselves!]
[Isabella is the real fiancée!]
The fan wars raged across trending topics.
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At the barbecue restaurant, Martha Nash poured Evelyn a glass of juice.
"Evelyn, how did you win?" Iris Cooper leaned in eagerly.
"I had evidence he couldn’t dispute." Evelyn shrugged.
No.4
"What evidence? Even we didn’t have it." Iris pressed.
Evelyn smiled without answering.
The proof had arrived anonymously in her inbox.
She knew exactly who sent it—Isabella.
Alexander’s defeat benefited only two people: herself and Isabella.
After dinner, Evelyn returned to her apartment complex to find Julian Ashford waiting.
"Congratulations." He produced a bouquet of crimson roses from behind his back.
No.5
"I said I’d pursue you." His smile was warm. "Take them. I’ve been standing here three hours."
Evelyn accepted the flowers, then pretended to toss them toward a trash bin.
"Wait!" Julian lunged to stop her. "At least wait until I’m gone."
They shared a laugh.
As Julian began to lean in, several security guards suddenly grabbed him.
Alexander yanked Evelyn away.
"Come with me." His voice was glacial.
No.6
Evelyn struggled violently. "Let me go!"
Alexander shoved her into a car, pinning her down.
"I’ve given you too many chances." His eyes were dark. "Evelyn, this is the last one."
"Are you insane? Release me!" Horror dawned as she realized he meant to imprison her.
They wrestled fiercely in the car.
Then, abruptly, Evelyn’s body went limp.
She had fainted.
No.7
The ambulance siren pierced through the night.
Alexander Kingsley carried the unconscious Evelyn Sinclair into the emergency room, his face ghostly pale under the fluorescent lights.
"Alex!"
Eleanor Kingsley rushed forward in her heels, the hem of her dress fluttering.
Without a word, she raised her hand—a sharp slap echoed down the hallway.
"What did you do to Evelyn?"
Medical staff arrived with a gurney but froze at the tense standoff.