Chapter 67
No.1
Over a hundred bucks for stockings across the street.
She refused to foot the bill.
Melissa laughed. "Struggling financially, Evelyn?"
Then feigned realization. "Oh right—I almost forgot. You're parentless. An orphan."
Watching Evelyn's slight expression shift, Melissa faux-apologized. "Oops, slipped out. You're not mad, are you?"
She'd learned about Evelyn's orphan status from Imperial Media University professors.
Melissa could never comprehend how a nobody dared compete with her for Julian Ashford...
No.2
Until she saw Julian with Evelyn at Kingsbury University's food court.
Then she understood—Julian's favor was Evelyn's armor.
Since transferring Evelyn to Finance, Melissa had invented endless torments.
Yet Evelyn's unshakable composure only fueled Melissa's fury.
Today, she'd finally found the chink in Evelyn's armor.
Hitting insecurities always delivered the sharpest blows.
But before Melissa could savor her victory, Evelyn regained equilibrium:
No.3
"Not angry, Melissa." Her tone remained even. "How could you understand my pain? With both parents alive, you can laugh while exposing my wounds for public amusement."
"You—!" Melissa's face twisted.
Melissa Lee's nails dug into her palms.
She never imagined Evelyn Sinclair could corner her like this.
"Evelyn, you—"
The words died on her lips.
A chilling realization struck her – she was making a fatal mistake.
No.4
Evelyn's words had sliced through her facade like a scalpel.
Mocking someone's family tragedy?
This was social suicide.
Melissa clenched her jaw.
She was Horizon Media's golden girl, the untouchable goddess in everyone's eyes.
How could she lose composure over Evelyn Sinclair?
"Suit yourself."
No.5
She clung to her crumbling pride and turned away.
Evelyn watched her retreating back, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Don't forget to file your expense report."
The Financial Department proved more intriguing than expected.
Until—
She opened that investigative report about Autumn Detail.
......
No.6
The Sullivan residence.
Victoria Henn's forehead glistened with sweat.
"Mr. Sullivan, here's the interview outline..."
She presented the documents with both hands, her posture dripping with obsequiousness.
Vincent Sullivan didn't even glance up.
"Where's Reporter Sinclair?"
Victoria's pulse spiked.
No.7
"She's been transferred. I'm handling this now..."
"Hmph."
Vincent冷笑一声，随手将文件扔在桌上。
Beside him, a distinguished middle-aged man sipped tea with deliberate calm.
Victoria stole a nervous glance, recognizing the man instantly.
Minister Lightfoot from Kingsbury's propaganda department!
"Is this Reporter Sinclair's research framework?" Vincent demanded.