Chapter 546

No.1

"Enough!" Lance waved a hand. "We all know your preferences. Fooling your family is one thing, but getting her pregnant? A miser who won't spare a dime—where's your conscience?"

Alexander turned to Winston. "Control your man."

Winston was about to light a cigarette when Alexander said coldly, "No secondhand smoke around a pregnant woman."

Winston put the cigarette away and said seriously, "He's right. You're too stingy. No status, no money?"

"Fine, I'll grant the interview—you pay for it. Consider it hush money."

Lance nodded vigorously. "Save some face for Lord Alex."

Alexander: "......"

No.2

"Not a single cent," he said icily. "Take it or leave it."

"See?" Lance and Winston said in unison. "Miser!"

When Evelyn returned, the atmosphere was palpably tense.

Alexander and Winston both looked grim.

Lance gazed at her with pity, as if saying: Poor thing...

......

"How far along are you, Reporter Sinclair?" Lance suddenly asked with concern.

No.3

"Almost three months," Evelyn answered.

Lance's eyes grew even more sympathetic.

Three months pregnant, together for less than one.

How desperately must she have worked to become a tool?

No wonder the rumors said she was a homewrecker looking for a rebound.

A woman this beautiful deserved better...

Alexander was worse than a beast!

No.4

"What skincare do you use, Reporter Sinclair?" Lance asked eagerly.

"Just regular brands," Evelyn replied, confused.

Lance shot Alexander a glare. "With your means, she should be using the best!"

"I'll recommend a pregnancy-safe brand!" He snatched Evelyn's phone. "Let me sign you up for their membership."

Before Evelyn could react, a call suddenly popped up.

Lance's finger slipped, hitting speakerphone.

"Evelyn Sinclair!" Melissa Lee's shrill voice blared. "Is the interview settled?"

No.5

Evelyn tensed. "We're discussing it."

"Discussing?" Melissa sneered. "Can't even lie convincingly anymore?"

Melissa Lee's shrill voice exploded from the phone speaker.

The conference room plunged into eerie silence.

Lance Yeager's fingers trembled slightly around the phone, disbelief written across his face.

Alexander Kingsley's brow furrowed. Winston Strauss's eyes flashed with surprise.

Evelyn Sinclair's fingertips turned cold.

No.6

The speakerphone button glowed accusingly.

Hanging up would seem cowardly. Continuing felt humiliating.

Trapped between two impossible choices, she chose defiance.

"Cat got your tongue?" Melissa sneered. "Weren't you so confident about securing that interview?"

"Negotiations are ongoing." Evelyn kept her voice steady.

Evelyn dug her nails into her palm. "Forgot your medication today, Director?"

The recording light blinked mockingly.

No.7

She yearned to shove those vile words back down Melissa's throat.

"Playing the saint now?" Melissa scoffed. "Standing up Orange Media—are you Simon York's mole?"

Evelyn's gaze turned glacial. "How intimately you track my schedule."

"Bullshit!" Melissa's composure shattered. "The whole industry saw you get thrown out by hotel security!"

Lance suddenly snatched the phone. "Who said she's not negotiating?"

Three seconds of dead air.