Chapter 405
No.1
Alexander yanked her back, their struggle rocking the vehicle.
"Have you lost your mind?"
Instead of breaking free, Evelyn found herself trapped tighter in his arms.
"Nathan. Privacy screen." Alexander's voice was hoarse.
The silver-gray divider rose silently...
Danger thickened in the enclosed space.
"Alexander," Evelyn's eyes brimmed with tears, "touch me and I'll kill myself."
No.2
He froze.
Those obsidian eyes burned into her, as if trying to brand her into his bones.
......
The car halted outside Horizon Media's building. Finally, Alexander released her.
He watched Evelyn's fleeing figure with unreadable darkness in his gaze.
"Nathan," the divider lowered, "trace the origin of those photos from Wu Chun."
Nathan didn't dare ask questions. "Understood."
No.3
The rearview mirror reflected Lord Alex's thunderous expression...
Clearly suffering from unfulfilled desire.
Ethan Miller might be foolish, but his dullness was a blessing. At least he wouldn't get eliminated for knowing too much...
......
"Evelyn!"
Evelyn smoothed her expression before turning.
Simon York approached—her colleague since returning to the entertainment department.
No.4
For today's Vincent Sullivan interview, they'd assigned her an assistant. Simon had volunteered.
He'd always been decent to her. Evelyn had no reason to refuse...
"When are we heading to Mr. Sullivan's?" Simon asked as they waited for the elevator.
His gaze flickered toward the building's entrance.
That car was gone now...
Not the Crown Prince's vehicle.
Pity he'd been too focused on confirming Evelyn's identity to note the license plate.
No.5
"We'll leave after gathering our gear upstairs." Evelyn stared at the elevator doors, seemingly oblivious to his glance.
Returning to Vincent Sullivan's mansion, Evelyn received a warm welcome.
The elderly artist inquired after her wellbeing while ignoring Simon completely.
Simon's palms grew clammy with nerves.
This opportunity had him tossing all night, too anxious to eat breakfast properly.
Now his stomach rebelled.
He excused himself four times during the interview, emerging pale-faced afterward.
No.6
"Sorry for being dead weight." His apology seemed genuine.
Evelyn smiled gently. "Don't worry. I once fainted during an interview."
That was Victoria Henn's excuse for assigning her a minder—claiming no one could bear responsibility if another "accident" occurred.
Evelyn drafted the article with remarkable speed.
By next morning, she'd sent the first version to Vincent Sullivan.
After incorporating his feedback, the department rushed it through approvals.
Just in time for magazine layout, the editorial team adjusted and sent it to print immediately.
No.7
With this task completed, Victoria surprisingly granted Evelyn two days off.
But her much-needed nap was shattered by Martha Nash's call.
"Wake up! Emergency!" Martha's voice jolted her awake. "Check your messages. Delete after reading!"
Martha was prone to dramatics. Evelyn initially dismissed it.
Then she saw the attachment.
Her face drained of color.
She called back immediately. "Martha. Send me the printing plant's address."