Chapter 679
No.1
The man handled external affairs; household matters were the woman's domain. If servants gossiped, wasn't that her failure?
"Why so tense?" Madam Kingsley nudged her son.
Her carefree nature had somehow produced this ice sculpture of a man.
She teased, "You've never cared about servant chatter before. Their words don't reach your exalted ears, do they?"
"Did Evelyn tell you this?" Alexander could think of no other source.
"Please. If Evelyn had half their sharp tongues, she wouldn't have—"
"Mother." His voice could freeze hell.
No.2
He humored her whims, but even mothers had limits.
"Fine." She changed subjects smoothly. "Look what I found..."
She produced a booklet.
Alexander reached for it—
Ethan burst in, panic-stricken. "Lord Alex! Emergency! Evelyn—"
The teacup in Eleanor Kingsley's hand suddenly slipped and shattered on the floor with a crisp sound.
Alexander Kingsley turned sharply.
No.3
Ethan Miller stood at the doorway, his face deathly pale.
"What's going on?" Eleanor demanded sharply.
Ethan swallowed hard. "It's about... that article from Horizon Media..."
Alexander's gaze turned icy.
A cold sweat instantly broke out on Ethan's back.
"Wait," Alexander said coldly.
He flipped open the photo album Eleanor had handed him, glanced at it once, then slammed it shut.
No.4
"What is this?"
Eleanor swiveled her chair, tapping the desk lightly with her fingertips.
"I haven't told your grandfather about you and Evelyn yet..."
"What about us?" Alexander's voice rose abruptly.
Eleanor ignored him. "With your grandfather's eightieth birthday approaching, you'd better bring a new girlfriend home."
A vein throbbed at Alexander's temple.
"Mother, enough."
No.5
Eleanor opened the album, displaying photos of society debutantes one by one.
"These are all carefully selected. Pick one soon so I can arrange things for Evelyn."
Alexander narrowed his eyes.
"Arrange what for her?"
Eleanor pulled out another album. "The second son of Eastlink Group. A perfect match for Evelyn."
"She's not for him!" Alexander slammed his palm on the desk.
Eleanor smirked and tossed the album toward him.
No.6
"The Kingsleys can survive without a son, but not without a daughter-in-law!"
Alexander shot to his feet.
"I'll bring her home tonight."
Eleanor watched him silently, a flicker of something complex in her eyes.
Alexander turned to Ethan.
"Speak."
Ethan glanced uneasily at Eleanor, hesitating.
No.7
"Now!"
"Lord Alex..." Ethan took a deep breath. "That journalist Duan Sheli from Horizon... is Miss Evelyn!"
The air froze.
"What did you say?" Alexander grabbed Ethan by the collar.
Eleanor suddenly laughed.
Of course she knew Duan Sheli.
That exposé on Alexander and Isabella Winslow's "romance" had been written by that very person.