Chapter 320

Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood adore you deeply! You can help me gather intel, acting as my inside source.

Combining our efforts, the benefits will far outweigh the risks—especially when dealing with Evelyn.

Working together is undoubtedly the smarter move!

Isabelle's eyes gleamed with ambition.

The moment Cassandra realized Isabelle's plan was to take down Evelyn, her face lit up with excitement.

"Let's form an alliance!" Cassandra declared. "We'll see how that wretched Evelyn dares to strut around Crestview like she owns the place!"

Isabelle crossed her arms, her bold crimson lips curling into a smirk of absolute confidence.

Born into luxury, Isabelle had been doted on by her family since childhood.

She attended elite schools alongside royalty, won international accolades, and lived her entire life under the spotlight.

Defeat was a foreign concept to her. Whatever she wanted, she always got.

"My hand belongs only to the woman I love."

Isabelle clenched her fists. Not this time, Nathan. I won't let you slip away again. I will be the one to hold your hand—no one else.

The day of their return to Fairhaven arrived in a flash.

To make it back in time for the evening banquet, Evelyn spent the entire day in a frenzy—approving contracts, attending meetings, and finalizing wedding plans.

Her schedule was relentless.

But the results were worth it.

Under Evelyn's leadership, Isabella Wang's wedding plans were successfully finalized after days of intense teamwork.

The moment Evelyn signed off with "approved," the room erupted in cheers, the excitement rivaling an Olympic victory celebration.

Working with Evelyn demanded both mental and physical stamina.

One wrong move, and you'd collapse from exhaustion.

Yet, not a single complaint was voiced. No one even considered backing out.

Despite her status as Monarch Group's heiress, Evelyn rolled up her sleeves and worked just as hard as everyone else.

She kept them fueled with endless meals, coffee, and snacks—never letting anyone go hungry.

Though she demanded perfection, her words were always gracious, her solutions brilliant.

Whenever someone hit a roadblock, Evelyn effortlessly guided them through it, earning their admiration.

"Everyone, thank you for your incredible effort these past few days," Evelyn said, standing at the head of the conference table.

"Take a well-deserved three-day break. Then, head to the dining director’s office—I’ve arranged deluxe buffet vouchers for all of you."

She smiled. "Once we secure Isabella Wang, bonuses and paid vacations are just the beginning. Those Maldives trips you’ve been dreaming about? I’ll personally fund them. My word is my bond."

"Long live Ms. Carter!" The team cheered, arms raised in exhilaration.

Though the deal wasn’t finalized yet, Evelyn’s promise filled them with hope.

By the time Evelyn left the conference room, it was already 5:00 p.m.

"Theo, is my evening attire ready?" she asked, striding toward the elevator.

"Yes, Ms. Evelyn. It’s waiting in the dressing room. Would you like to change now?"

She waved a hand dismissively. "No need. Uncle Victor watched me grow up—he’s practically Harrison’s brother. He’s seen me at my worst."

Time was running short. Evelyn and Theo stepped into the executive elevator.

As it descended, she adjusted her hair in the reflective doors and carefully reapplied her lipstick.

The final touch—like the last stroke on a masterpiece—instantly brightened her complexion.

Theo watched with an affectionate smile.

Beneath that fierce, unshakable exterior was still the same soft-hearted young woman he knew.

Lost in thought, neither noticed when the elevator reached the first floor.

Ding.

The doors slid open.

Once again, the intoxicating scent of violet leaves filled the air—warm, deep, and hauntingly elegant.

If this fragrance had a name, Alexander Whitmore would be its creator.

As expected, Evelyn’s gaze lifted—and collided with Alexander’s dark, enigmatic eyes.

Her breath hitched.

Her hand trembled, the lipstick swerving off-course, leaving a playful red streak near the corner of her mouth.

Alexander’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as he drank in her startled expression.

"Ms. Carter," he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet.

"I’ve come to take you home."