Chapter 544
No.1
He never imagined facing Alexander under these circumstances.
"Winston, what's happening?" A calm male voice spoke from behind.
Winston Strauss approached leisurely, his eyes lingering briefly on Evelyn's face.
"Journalistic dispute," Winston replied in fluent Mandarin, his tone languid.
Lance Yeager stepped forward smoothly. "This reporter claims they'll pay the deposit soon."
"Soon?" Winston's voice turned dangerously soft. "Meaning not yet?"
"Correct." Lance smiled at Simon. "Apologies. The interview is canceled."
No.2
Simon paled. "Mr. Yeager—"
Security guards already moved to forcibly escort him out.
Stumbling backward, Simon shot Evelyn a venomous glare.
If he couldn't get this scoop, neither would she.
......
The hallway regained silence.
Lance studied Evelyn with interest. "You're also a journalist?"
No.3
Evelyn handed him her business card with practiced ease. "Horizon Media. We've corresponded."
"Evelyn Sinclair..." Lance murmured, admiration flashing in his eyes. "A beautiful name."
As he reached for his own card, two piercing stares halted him.
Alexander's expression darkened. Winston arched an amused brow.
"Made your decision?" Alexander demanded coldly.
Evelyn blinked. "About what?"
"Lunch." His voice turned glacial.
No.4
Winston and Lance exchanged surprised glances.
"I—" Evelyn began.
"Forget it." Alexander turned to Winston. "Reservations are set."
Winston nodded. "The interview can wait."
Lance gave Evelyn a regretful look before retreating behind Winston.
"Move." Alexander suddenly yanked Evelyn against his chest.
Under the stunned gazes of Winston and Lance, his arm locked possessively around her waist.
No.5
As the four reached a corridor turn, Alexander abruptly pinned Evelyn to the wall.
"Not happy to see me?" His low voice carried a dangerous edge.
Alexander Kingsley's gaze landed on Evelyn Sinclair as she flipped through her interview notes, head bowed.
The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.
"Did you come here just to see me?" He leaned in, his voice laced with subtle hope.
Evelyn looked up, her expression calm. "I have an interview scheduled with Mr. Winston Strauss. Lance arranged it."
Alexander's fingertips turned cold.
No.6
Thirty minutes ago, he had recognized her voice outside his door. His heart had skipped a beat. She remembered his schedule—she must have come to wait for him, to share lunch.
The thought had made even Simon York's rudeness unimportant.
Until he overheard her conversation with Lance.
She had only remembered Winston's name.
"Is the interview more important than me?" His grip tightened around her wrist, rougher than intended.
Evelyn winced. "This is work."
Work. Always work.
No.7
Alexander smirked. She had refused his invitation without hesitation, yet agreed instantly when Winston was involved.
She remembered every detail about the penthouse guest but acted as if he didn't exist on the same floor.
As the restaurant door clicked shut, he pinned her against the wall.
"Using me and then leaving?" His breath was hot. "I hold the rights to Winston's interview."
Evelyn struggled. "You're being unreasonable."
"Unreasonable?" His fingers traced the reddened skin of her wrist. "Out of my entire schedule, you only saw Winston's name?"
A knock interrupted them.