Chapter 860

No.1

"Don't...don't push me!" The Dowager screamed.

Alexander bowed deeply. "I believe you're capable of it."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Stop! You ungrateful wretch!" The Dowager howled hysterically.

Mr. Kingsley panicked. "Alex, come back! Don't expect me to keep covering your workload..."

Just when he'd hoped his son's reconciliation with Evelyn would bring him back to handle business, this happened.

"I'll hire a new CEO immediately! Don't regret this!" He threatened.

No.2

"Let him go!" The Dowager yanked her son's sleeve. "If he wants that woman so badly, let him surrender everything..."

......

At day's end, Evelyn deliberately left work with Martha Nash.

She wanted to avoid walking with Julian Ashford and fueling more gossip.

"I truly didn't marry Julian," she explained. Workplace rumors had spiraled into absurdity.

"Then who's your husband? Is the pregnancy real?" Martha's reporter instincts kicked in.

Evelyn hesitated. "Well..."

No.3

"Is it the Crown Prince's baby?"

"No." This answer came firmly.

"What?" Martha gaped. "Then you and the Crown Prince..."

"We're really not like that." Evelyn smiled wryly. "Others can speculate, but you're my friend. I don't want misunderstandings between us."

"Alright, I believe you." Martha nodded. "So who's the father?"

Evelyn: "......"

Martha raised an eyebrow. "Aren't we friends? No lies or omissions, right?"

No.4

"Well...no lies, but privacy..." Evelyn forced a laugh. "Oh look, my stop! Thanks Martha—"

"Darling wife, done with work?" Alexander's voice suddenly cut in.

Evelyn froze.

Speak of the devil!

Alexander straightened from leaning against the wall, pulling her into an embrace. Before Martha's astonished eyes, he kissed Evelyn's forehead.

"Was work exhausting, love? Has our little one been bothering you?"

He sighed dramatically. "Dearest wife, I've resigned from Kingsley Group. Now I'm unemployed—you'll support me, won't you? My darling, promise you'll take care of me?"

No.5

Evelyn: ...Get lost!

Martha Nash stumbled out of the elevator.

Ding—

The doors slid open on the ground floor.

She wandered out in a daze, nearly colliding with a tall figure.

The man steadied her swaying shoulders with quick reflexes.

"Watch your step, Martha."

No.6

She nodded mechanically. "Yes, Crown Prince."

Wait—

Crown Prince?

By the time she snapped back to reality, the elevator doors had already closed.

Martha froze, watching the floor numbers climb until they stopped at Evelyn Sinclair's level.

She covered her mouth, eyes reddening.

Would knowing too many secrets get her silenced...?

No.7

Evelyn blocked the doorway, facing off against Alexander Kingsley.

"Move. You're not coming in."

Alexander stood firm.

"Evelyn, I've returned everything to the Kingsleys. If you turn me away, I'll have nowhere to go."

She scoffed. "Who are you trying to fool?"

"Where's your mansion?"