Chapter 705
No.1
Who was Evelyn Sinclair to steal her place?
"She’s the one you mentioned at the victory party, isn’t she?" Tears streaked Melissa’s face.
Julian frowned. "You need a leave of absence."
She wiped her cheeks violently.
Professional pride forced her voice steady. "Fine. Let’s talk business. Orange has evidence of Evelyn seducing Ryan Holt and wants our core assets in exchange. Firing her solves everything. Which will you choose?"
She pointed to the ajar door. "Every department head is listening. Tell them your decision!"
Julian studied the woman unraveling before him. "Why assume Orange’s evidence is real?"
No.2
Melissa froze.
"Why assume Evelyn would debase herself for someone like Ryan Holt?" His laugh was cold.
Of all people, she should know—Evelyn never would.
That third-rate celebrity wasn’t worth the dirt beneath her shoes.
"You’re defending her?" Jealousy seethed in Melissa’s whisper. "We haven’t even seen the proof!"
"Exactly. Yet you’re convinced it’s genuine?" His gaze sharpened. "Unless... you already know something?"
A chill crawled down her spine.
No.3
She’d forgotten Julian was Imperial Media’s top debater—his logic far outmatched hers.
"I—I overreacted," she backpedaled. "But Orange wouldn’t bluff. They’d risk a defamation suit!"
A soft voice cut through from the doorway:
"Because they think... I’ve run out of moves."
Evelyn leaned against the frame, smiling.
That smile turned Melissa’s blood to ice.
"Don’t worry, Melissa. If I truly seduced Ryan, I’ll resign immediately." She turned to Julian. "Don’t concede. I’ll handle this myself. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
No.4
Ryan’s counterattack hadn’t caught her off guard.
Alexander Kingsley was right—traps lurked everywhere. Only clarity could shield her.
He’d failed her in love but taught her survival.
"You have more leverage?" Melissa couldn’t resist asking.
Evelyn glanced back, her smile serene. "No. But truth prevails. That’s what we journalists believe in."
As she left, Julian spoke words that made Melissa’s skin crawl:
"There’s a mole in this room tonight."
No.5
Ethan Miller stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in Alexander Kingsley's office, his fingers absently tracing the edge of his suit sleeve.
His gaze lingered on the shattered phone lying on the floor. Beneath the cracked screen, the name "Evelyn Sinclair" glared back at him.
The same intel had earned Nathan Carter praise, yet when he delivered it, Lord Alex's fury erupted. This was the second phone destroyed this week.
"Lord Alex," Nathan interjected smoothly, "Orange Media's attack seems calculated. The Wu family might be pulling strings behind this."
Alexander's long fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, his stormy eyes fixed on the computer screen.
A blurred surveillance still accompanied the piece—a woman's indistinct figure captured from behind.
"Investigate," Alexander's voice cut like ice. "I want the puppet master's name."
No.6
Nathan responded immediately while Ethan hesitated.
He couldn't shake the thought—why did every piece of news about Miss Sinclair send Lord Alex into a rage?
——
Orange Media's exposé detonated across the internet like a bomb.
First came an audio clip released by Ryan Holt's team, allegedly documenting Evelyn's repeated invitations.
Then a hotel housekeeper's testimony claiming Evelyn bribed her way into Ryan's room.
The fatal blow? A drug-laced adhesive film discovered in the ventilation system, confirmed by lab reports.
No.7
"Impossible!" Horizon's legal director slammed the table. "Reporter Sinclair was clearly—"
"Clearly what?" Melissa Lee interrupted sharply. "Where's your proof?"
The legal director faltered. Security footage from that day was mysteriously corrupted, and Evelyn had indeed visited that hotel.
——
The air in Victoria Henn's office hung thick with tension.
"Evelyn Sinclair, do you see what they're saying about you?" She shoved a tablet forward.