Chapter 1686

No.1

Alexander shot to his feet.

"I'll bring her home tonight."

Eleanor watched him silently, a flicker of something complex in her eyes.

Alexander turned to Ethan.

"Speak."

Ethan glanced uneasily at Eleanor, hesitating.

"Now!"

No.2

"Lord Alex..." Ethan took a deep breath. "That journalist Duan Sheli from Horizon... is Miss Evelyn!"

The air froze.

"What did you say?" Alexander grabbed Ethan by the collar.

Eleanor suddenly laughed.

Of course she knew Duan Sheli.

That exposé on Alexander and Isabella Winslow's "romance" had been written by that very person.

But she never imagined.

No.3

Duan Sheli was Evelyn Sinclair!

Evelyn had penned those words herself.

Eleanor gave her son a meaningful look.

Duan Sheli.

Cutting ties.

Eleanor's lips curled coldly. "And here I was playing mediator while she'd already gathered all the evidence."

Alexander's face darkened. He turned and stormed out, the mahogany door crashing shut behind him.

No.4

The impact reverberated through the room.

......

Outside Horizon Media's building.

Alexander melted into the night.

Ethan hid in the car, silently praying Evelyn would appear soon.

No one understood Alexander's obsession better than he did.

What he couldn't have, he would wait for endlessly.

No.5

Evelyn had blocked all contact.

She came and went with Julian Ashford.

She'd even fabricated those articles.

In the early hours of dawn, a figure finally emerged in Horizon's lobby.

Alexander's gaze turned predatory.

The prey had arrived.

Ethan Miller's gaze locked onto the brightly lit exit of the skyscraper.

No.6

A flash of white.

The thought barely crossed his mind when his eyes caught a woman in a white dress. But disappointment surged instantly—her bearing was nothing like Evelyn Sinclair's.

No other white figures emerged from the lobby.

Just as Ethan relaxed, the headlights of Alexander Kingsley's car suddenly flared to life.

The door swung open violently.

Alexander stood beside the vehicle, his dark eyes fixed on the building's exit. Even through the night, Ethan could feel the suffocating tension radiating from him.

Then, a soft shade of sage green entered his vision.

No.7

Evelyn walked out, her hair loosely tied, the wide legs of her gray trousers swaying with each step. She laughed with a colleague, the night breeze lifting the edge of her jacket to reveal a pale yellow camisole underneath.

Ethan's pupils contracted.

For the first time, he realized how unfamiliar Evelyn looked without her usual white attire. Starlight danced in her eyes, her smile bright and vivid—nothing like the subdued shadow from his memories.

Alexander remained motionless until Evelyn bid her colleague goodbye. Only then did he take a slow step forward.

A silver Maserati abruptly cut between them.

"Julian? What are you doing here so late—"