Chapter 876

No.1

"Forget it." Alexander turned to Winston. "Reservations are set."

Winston nodded. "The interview can wait."

Lance gave Evelyn a regretful look before retreating behind Winston.

"Move." Alexander suddenly yanked Evelyn against his chest.

Under the stunned gazes of Winston and Lance, his arm locked possessively around her waist.

As the four reached a corridor turn, Alexander abruptly pinned Evelyn to the wall.

"Not happy to see me?" His low voice carried a dangerous edge.

No.2

Alexander Kingsley's gaze landed on Evelyn Sinclair as she flipped through her interview notes, head bowed.

The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

"Did you come here just to see me?" He leaned in, his voice laced with subtle hope.

Evelyn looked up, her expression calm. "I have an interview scheduled with Mr. Winston Strauss. Lance arranged it."

Alexander's fingertips turned cold.

Thirty minutes ago, he had recognized her voice outside his door. His heart had skipped a beat. She remembered his schedule—she must have come to wait for him, to share lunch.

The thought had made even Simon York's rudeness unimportant.

No.3

Until he overheard her conversation with Lance.

She had only remembered Winston's name.

"Is the interview more important than me?" His grip tightened around her wrist, rougher than intended.

Evelyn winced. "This is work."

Work. Always work.

Alexander smirked. She had refused his invitation without hesitation, yet agreed instantly when Winston was involved.

She remembered every detail about the penthouse guest but acted as if he didn't exist on the same floor.

No.4

As the restaurant door clicked shut, he pinned her against the wall.

"Using me and then leaving?" His breath was hot. "I hold the rights to Winston's interview."

Evelyn struggled. "You're being unreasonable."

"Unreasonable?" His fingers traced the reddened skin of her wrist. "Out of my entire schedule, you only saw Winston's name?"

A knock interrupted them.

Lance's voice carried through the door. "Lord Alex, Mr. Strauss is asking when you'll join him."

Alexander studied Evelyn's tense lips—then smiled.

No.5

"Tell Winston," he called back, "his interviewer is unavailable today."

Before Evelyn could finish speaking, she ignored Alexander's warning glare and stared directly at the elegantly seated woman inside.

Evelyn's posture was impeccable, her demeanor graceful.

But her mind was in turmoil.

She had assumed the scenario would play out like this:

Alexander asked her to lunch, got rejected, and then invited Winston instead.

But Lance's sudden appearance shattered that assumption.

No.6

So whether she agreed or not, Alexander would have dined with Winston anyway?

That meant his earlier invitation was nothing but a trap!

"Hold on." Alexander unceremoniously shut the door.

He turned back to Evelyn, lowering his voice. "Stay away from Lance."

Evelyn blinked. "What?"

......

"And who is this?"

No.7

Winston's gaze settled on Evelyn, though his question was directed at Alexander.

"Reporter Sinclair," Alexander answered first.

Lance eyed the two sitting shoulder-to-shoulder and raised a brow. "Just a reporter?"

Earlier, when Evelyn tried to create distance, Alexander had the waiter remove the extra chair.

Winston smirked meaningfully. "Interesting. I never thought Alex actually liked women."