Chapter 945
No.1
The article portrayed Sophie as a scheming femme fatale. She allegedly fabricated an affair with a finance prodigy to sabotage his relationship, exploiting his need for privacy to gain advantage.
The cruelest irony? It hinted the sugar daddy condoned this—playing the doting "father figure" to secure his mistress's future.
...
Though patently absurd, the story went viral.
Even non-fans devoured the scandal. Planted comments in curated discussion threads pointed fingers at Evelyn Sinclair.
"If only the fan club still existed!" Iris Cooper fumed. "At least someone could defend you."
These Buzz Accounts were cunning. Using pseudonyms, they could claim fictional storytelling if sued. Deleting posts only fueled conspiracy theories about powerful suppression.
No.2
Evelyn reassured her: "Disbanding was right. They shouldn't waste time on my troubles."
"Our priority is finding that interviewee." Roman Young tapped forged documents—only the photo was genuine.
Iris frowned. "What good would that do?"
"It's our breakthrough." Evelyn's gaze hardened. "I'll make Hugo Lee retract these lies himself."
Her instincts rarely erred. This mysterious applicant held the key.
...
Before leaving work, Eleanor Kingsley called.
No.3
"Evelyn, could you and Alexander come for dinner tonight?"
The gentle tone held caution. Evelyn understood—the scandal had reached the Kingsleys.
Evelyn stared at her phone screen for three seconds.
The caller ID showing "Eleanor Kingsley" made her fingers hesitate. At this hour, it could only mean...
"Evelyn, are you free for dinner tonight?" Eleanor's voice carried cautious hope.
Evelyn pressed her lips together. She could conjure a hundred excuses, but refusing Eleanor always felt like swallowing glass.
"Alright," she heard herself say.
No.4
Eleanor's relief was palpable, her words instantly brighter. "Perfect. I'll send the car for you after work."
The moment the call ended, Eleanor dialed another number.
"Evelyn's coming for dinner. What about you?" No pleasantries.
Paper rustled in the background. Alexander's voice was ice. "Meeting tonight."
"So you're not coming?" Eleanor chirped. "Good. Saves the staff from cleaning your room."
Alexander: "......"
"Oh," Eleanor added sweetly, "Evelyn and I need some girl time anyway."
No.5
The line went dead.
Alexander glared at the darkened screen, brow furrowing.
"Lord Alex," Nathan entered, "tonight's conference—"
"Cancel it." Alexander stood, checking his watch. "Reschedule everything."
He needed time... to prepare.
Living at Kingsbury had made him lax. But facing Evelyn required... effort.
The razor glided over his stubble. The man in the mirror wore a self-deprecating smirk.
No.6
Eleanor had spies everywhere. That traitor Ethan probably reported his underwear color daily.
What cosmic debt had he incurred to deserve such a mother?
......
Freshly groomed, Alexander strode into the Kingsley mansion. Eleanor sipped tea, feigning surprise.
"My, my," she trilled, "look who's here."
Alexander ignored her, scanning the empty living room.
No Evelyn.
No.7
"I told her not to come," Eleanor mused. "Since you weren't."
Expressionless, Alexander sank onto the sofa and pulled out his phone.
"Why stay?" Eleanor prodded. "This is just a hotel to you."
His grip tightened around the silent device.
Thirty minutes later, an engine purred in the driveway.
Eleanor's eyebrow arched as Alexander's fingers froze mid-scroll.