Chapter 300
No.1
They only saw the lofty Alexander making concessions.
But they'd forgotten how she'd been trampled into the dust.
Yes, she'd always been insignificant as weeds.
Even married into the Kingsley family, she remained the ungrateful wretch in their eyes.
Evelyn bypassed the underground garage, heading straight for Kingsley Group's main entrance.
Hailing a taxi, she gave an address she hadn't returned to in ages...
......
No.2
"Madam has been occupied, but she's kept you in her thoughts. She even called specially..."
Old Lin chattered incessantly during the drive.
He knew full well about Evelyn being expelled by Madeline.
But Eleanor had strictly forbidden servants from discussing family conflicts.
Who were they to meddle in their masters' affairs?
The backseat remained eerily silent.
"Stop the car!" Alexander suddenly barked.
No.3
Old Lin slammed the brakes. "Lord Alex?"
As they approached the garage entrance, Alexander's gaze locked onto the main gate.
"Never mind. Continue." He finally looked away.
That fleeting glimpse of a figure entering a taxi—it had looked so much like her.
Alexander Kingsley forced himself to stay alert.
Old Lin's chatter during the car ride went in one ear and out the other.
A car accident?
No.4
He'd thought Evelyn Sinclair was the victim. Turned out it was just that dull-witted male colleague of hers.
Old Lin kept rambling about how Evelyn had rescued the man, how she'd identified him...
Alexander nearly kicked Old Lin out of the moving vehicle.
As for Evelyn calling him?
Probably a lie Old Lin made up after failing to reach him.
That woman had long erased him from her heart.
Her ruthlessness made him question whether her past gentleness had been an elaborate deception.
No.5
Every time he sought confirmation, this was never the answer he wanted.
He craved her sincerity.
Not proof of his suspicions...
She couldn't be at Kingsley Group.
Why would she come here?
Knowing he was sick at home waiting for her.
The elevator stopped at the executive floor. Before the doors opened, Alexander could almost hear his own bitter laugh.
No.6
At the end of the hallway, Nathan Carter was heading toward the stairwell carrying a bag.
Alexander walked straight past him toward his office.
Then froze just before opening the door.
His gaze locked onto the slightly ajar break room door near the assistant stations.
His pulse quickened.
Foolish hope surged in his chest.
Knowing it was delusional, yet unable to stop himself, he moved forward.
No.7
He grasped the doorknob gently.
Several seconds of silence, broken only by his pounding heartbeat.
He pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
But someone had been here.
Alexander strode to the bookshelf.
The magazines had been disturbed.