Chapter 650

No.1

Vincent Sullivan practically sprinted over. "Evelyn!"

All eyes locked onto Evelyn. The hosts of tonight's gala were fawning over this young woman.

"Miss Sinclair helped reunite us with our son," Madam Zade said tearfully.

The Sullivan matriarch stood unusually quiet nearby. Since her grandson's return, she'd lost all energy for bickering—her mind consumed with settling scores with the Lees.

"If not for Miss Sinclair that day..." Madam Zade recounted how Evelyn had rescued Vincent.

Several ladies dabbed their eyes with tissues.

"Miss Sinclair is quite renowned in journalism," someone remarked meaningfully.

No.2

Knowing glances were exchanged. Everyone knew her most famous feat—suing Alexander Kingsley and winning.

"Truly a woman who rivals men," a guest praised, offering a business card. "I'd love to collaborate."

...

"How attention-seeking," Mrs. Ashford sniffed. "One would think the Sullivans are welcoming their daughter-in-law."

Julian Ashford's gaze never left Evelyn. His brow furrowed at his mother's words.

"Julian, ignore her," Mrs. Ashford tugged his sleeve, gesturing to the girl beside her. "Clarisse canceled her family's banquet just to see you."

Clarisse Choi smiled sweetly, though her eyes darkened.

No.3

She'd done her research on Julian. Behind this aloof man's demeanor, she knew exactly who occupied his heart.

When she saw how Julian looked at Evelyn, Clarisse's nails dug into her palm. The obsession in his eyes chilled her.

"Excuse me," Julian turned away.

Mrs. Ashford hurried to reassure Clarisse. "I'll bring him back."

Once alone, Clarisse picked up her glass and approached Evelyn with her friend in tow.

"Miss Sinclair," she chirped innocently. "I've heard so much about you."

Her friend played along. "Oh? Like what?"

No.4

"Miss Sinclair is a legend in journalism," Clarisse trilled. "Not only did she win against Lord Alex..."

She paused deliberately, letting ears perk up around them.

"She kept working through her pregnancy," she blinked. "Though I wonder—who's the father?"

The ballroom fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The chandelier's glow cast an eerie silence around Evelyn Sinclair.

She could feel dozens of eyes piercing her abdomen like arrows.

"Oh my!" Chloe Cui's friend gasped theatrically, covering her mouth. "I never would've guessed!"

No.5

The deliberately hushed yet perfectly audible exclamation reached every guest in the ballroom.

Chloe smirked behind her hand. "Someone as accomplished as Ms. Sinclair surely didn't sleep her way to the top?"

The crowd's expressions shifted instantly.

Vincent Sullivan's face darkened. His parents exchanged displeased glances.

Evelyn's pregnancy wasn't meant to be discussed here.

"Such vile gossip these days," Chloe sighed dramatically. "People actually claim Ms. Sinclair secured deals by bearing some old man's child—"

Her friend chimed in: "How ridiculous! Ms. Sinclair would never!"

No.6

Their tag-team performance cornered Evelyn perfectly.

"Miss Cui." Evelyn's lips curved into a serene smile. "Thank you for debunking those rumors."

Chloe preened—until Evelyn continued:

"You seem quite knowledgeable about sugar daddies and mistresses. After all, your father's illegitimate children could field a soccer team, couldn't they?"

Chloe's face drained of color.

"How dare you!" her friend snapped.

Evelyn sipped champagne, unfazed. "Where is your father tonight? Celebrating his third son's birthday?"

No.7

Chloe trembled, manicured nails digging into her palms.

She never imagined Evelyn knew the Cui family's darkest secret.

"A journalist's instincts," Evelyn said lightly. "Occupational hazard."

Only then did Chloe realize she'd picked the wrong opponent.

She'd meant to humiliate Evelyn and impress Julian Ashford.

Instead, she'd exposed her own family's disgrace.