Chapter 503
No.1
Eventually, the Wells family slunk away in humiliation.
But Penelope's nightmare had just begun.
HR's transfer order arrived swiftly—relegated to the Printing Department.
From core finance to menial labor, her career lay in ruins.
"Manager Lee, please help me..." she begged Melissa Lee.
Melissa sneered. "Your incompetence isn't my problem."
She had her own crisis—PetStar's massive losses were spiraling out of control.
No.2
Isabella Winslow offered hollow promises of loan assistance while shifting blame.
Both women's resentment festered toward Evelyn.
"Unless we eliminate Evelyn Sinclair..." Melissa said darkly.
Meanwhile, Eleanor personally escorted Evelyn home.
"Tomorrow's the adoption ceremony." Eleanor's eyes shone with anticipation. "You'll officially become a Kingsley."
Evelyn gave a slight nod.
In the elevator, they encountered Julian Ashford.
No.3
Eleanor extended an invitation. "We'd be honored by your presence, Mr. Ashford."
Julian's intense gaze lingered on Evelyn, lips curving. "Wouldn't miss it."
Something in his expression made Evelyn's pulse quicken.
For the first time, she sensed her senior's possessive undercurrent.
In the Ashford study, William Yearwood slammed the desk. "Have you lost your mind? Antagonizing the Lees for a woman?"
Julian tossed down a financial report.
"Will this compensate our losses?"
No.4
William fell silent.
"The Kingsleys are adopting her?" He paled at the invitation.
Julian smirked. "Now, who's unworthy of whom?"
Late that night, Evelyn awoke to scuffling outside her door.
Alexander Kingsley had forced his way past Eleanor's security detail.
"Evelyn!" His voice shattered the stillness. "Come out!"
Only now did the Kingsley heir discover the cruel twist—the woman he loved would soon become his sister.
No.5
Evelyn Sinclair slowly pushed herself up from the bed, fingers combing through her disheveled hair.
She lifted the water glass, but the warm liquid sliding down her throat couldn't dissolve the knot in her chest.
Alexander Kingsley had come for her after all.
Yesterday at PetStar factory, he'd been unexpectedly restrained when taking her away, even politely returning her to Horizon Media.
That detached demeanor almost made her believe he'd truly accepted the news about the Kingsleys adopting her...
Bang!
The bedroom door shuddered from a heavy impact.
No.6
Evelyn pulled it open to reveal the tense standoff in her small living room.
Alexander stood at the entryway, flanked by security teams locked in confrontation.
These men from the same protection agency now faced off like enemies.
"Everyone out," Evelyn said softly.
The bodyguards hesitated before finally withdrawing.
The air turned glacial.
Alexander's gaze, sharp as ice, pinned her in place.
No.7
She moved to the water dispenser, pouring a glass and setting it on the coffee table. "Have a seat."
He didn't budge.
"Was this what you wanted to tell me last time?" Alexander's voice could freeze hell.
Evelyn's lashes fluttered. "Yes."
"When was it decided?" He advanced like a predator.
"After my last hospitalization." She met his question squarely.
Alexander gave a mirthless laugh. "Who else in the Kingsley family doesn't know?"