Chapter 1549

No.1

"Four or five years..."

Evelyn chuckled lightly. "That is a long time."

Then what did that make her, his invisible girlfriend?

"How long have you two been together?" Lance pressed eagerly.

"Less than a month," Evelyn replied coolly.

From their marriage date, that was technically true.

Winston and Lance exchanged a look.

No.2

"Reporter Sinclair," Lance suddenly softened his tone, "you want to interview Mr. Strauss?"

The abrupt gentleness sent a chill down Evelyn's spine.

She nodded.

Lance smiled wider. "But you know our conditions, right?"

Evelyn suppressed her discomfort. "That's what I intended to discuss with you."

"Order." Alexander tossed the menu between them. "If we're eating, then eat properly. Think of the baby."

The statement made even Winston hold his breath.

No.3

Alexander shot Lance a cold look. "No talking during meals."

Lance nearly choked.

Weren't they supposed to negotiate?

Double standards!

......

The moment Evelyn left for the restroom, Lance immediately lowered his voice. "Lord Alex! You're in a sham marriage?"

Alexander frowned. "What sham marriage?"

No.4

"Stop pretending!" Lance looked pained. "Fine, you like men—but tricking someone into marriage? How could you do this to Reporter Sinclair and your boyfriends?"

Alexander: "......"

"Enough!" Lance waved a hand. "We all know your preferences. Fooling your family is one thing, but getting her pregnant? A miser who won't spare a dime—where's your conscience?"

Alexander turned to Winston. "Control your man."

Winston was about to light a cigarette when Alexander said coldly, "No secondhand smoke around a pregnant woman."

Winston put the cigarette away and said seriously, "He's right. You're too stingy. No status, no money?"

"Fine, I'll grant the interview—you pay for it. Consider it hush money."

No.5

Lance nodded vigorously. "Save some face for Lord Alex."

Alexander: "......"

"Not a single cent," he said icily. "Take it or leave it."

"See?" Lance and Winston said in unison. "Miser!"

When Evelyn returned, the atmosphere was palpably tense.

Alexander and Winston both looked grim.

Lance gazed at her with pity, as if saying: Poor thing...

No.6

......

"How far along are you, Reporter Sinclair?" Lance suddenly asked with concern.

"Almost three months," Evelyn answered.

Lance's eyes grew even more sympathetic.

Three months pregnant, together for less than one.

How desperately must she have worked to become a tool?

No wonder the rumors said she was a homewrecker looking for a rebound.

No.7

A woman this beautiful deserved better...

Alexander was worse than a beast!

"What skincare do you use, Reporter Sinclair?" Lance asked eagerly.

"Just regular brands," Evelyn replied, confused.

Lance shot Alexander a glare. "With your means, she should be using the best!"

"I'll recommend a pregnancy-safe brand!" He snatched Evelyn's phone. "Let me sign you up for their membership."