Chapter 580
No.1
Evelyn frowned.
She recalled Roman's recent mistreatment at Horizon Media - even basic supplies were withheld.
"His victim act is unconvincing." Alexander saw through the charade. "No one interns at Horizon by being naive. What's his real motive?"
The elevator doors slid shut.
Roman pressed himself against the wall, as if trying to disappear.
"You missed last night's department dinner," Evelyn observed.
Roman stiffened.
No.2
"F-family emergency..."
"Really?" Evelyn noted his trembling fingers. "Then why intercept my car downstairs?"
His head jerked up, panic flashing in his eyes.
"I didn't know it was yours—"
"You did." Evelyn remained calm. "You targeted me specifically."
The elevator dinged.
As the doors opened, Roman whispered urgently, "Miss Sinclair, watch out for Xavier—"
No.3
Laughter echoed from the hallway. Roman clamped his mouth shut and hurried out.
Evelyn studied his retreating figure thoughtfully.
Meanwhile, in Kingsley Group's executive office...
Alexander loosened his tie, his right hand shaking uncontrollably. Veins bulged at his temples as he gripped his wrist.
"Lord Alex, let's go to the hospital," his assistant urged.
"No." Alexander's voice was rough. "She mustn't know."
He couldn't let Evelyn see him like this.
No.4
Especially not when these injuries told their own damning story...
Roman's breathing grew noticeably quicker inside the elevator.
"It was... just a department dinner last night..." he stammered.
Evelyn's gaze remained fixed on the elevator doors, the mirrored surface clearly reflecting his flustered state. Despite his tall frame, he looked like a guilty child caught misbehaving.
"What did you eat?" Her tone was indifferent.
"Just... regular stir-fry..."
"Stir-fry?" Evelyn tilted her head slightly. "Wendy said you had hot pot."
No.5
The tips of Roman's ears turned crimson. "Y-yes, it was hot pot..."
The elevator's chime announcing their arrival saved him.
Evelyn stepped out first, hearing Roman exhale in relief behind her.
Around the corner, Wendy's voice carried sharply down the hallway.
"Last night was a disaster! Every restaurant turned us away. We ended up eating instant noodles at home..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down," another female colleague whispered. "Do you think it was Evelyn's sugar daddy?"
"Sugar daddy?" Wendy scoffed. "More like some tacky nouveau riche..."
No.6
"Talking about me?" Evelyn's voice cut in behind them.
Both women jumped.
"E-Evelyn..." Wendy paled.
Evelyn's lips curved slightly. "If you're curious about something, you can ask me directly."
Her soft-soled shoes made no sound as she walked.
Wendy forced a smile. "Evelyn, we're having another team building tonight. Will you join?"
"Didn't you already have one last night?" Evelyn countered.
No.7
Out of the corner of her eye, Roman was hastily retreating, his fleeing figure radiating panic.
"Last night... got canceled last minute," Wendy mumbled.
The office tension didn't ease until noon.
"Roman! Print these documents!" Wendy's shrill voice rang out.
Roman stood silently, then froze at the printer room entrance.
"The printer... it's broken," he reported quietly.
"Impossible!" Wendy stormed over, then shrieked, "The power cord's been cut!"