Chapter 489

Evelyn could feel the scorching heat of Nathan's palm searing through her skin.

Insane maniac!

What demon had possessed him this time? She desperately wanted those filthy hands off her body.

As if sensing her struggle, Nathan tightened his grip until his fingers dug painfully into her shoulder. He was forcing their proximity with brutal determination.

The gathered crowd gasped at the sight of the divorced couple pressed so intimately together.

Only Reginald beamed with delighted surprise, his earlier melancholy vanishing instantly.

Ah! Had Evelyn reconciled with Nathan? Though her expression looked anything but pleased... No matter! Even if Nathan was being domineering, at least my stone-hearted grandson is finally taking action! This calls for fireworks!

Evelyn's patience snapped. While everyone was distracted, she slowly raised her foot—then slammed her stiletto heel down with vicious precision.

Ugh! Nathan's jaw clenched as a muffled grunt escaped him, audible only to Evelyn.

A wicked smile curled her lips as she twisted her heel mercilessly into his handmade Italian loafers.

Much better.

Nathan's lips trembled from the agony, his soul nearly leaving his body from the excruciating pain.

Gritting his teeth, he turned his smoldering gaze to the satisfied woman in his arms.

Strangely, his frown softened. Did tormenting him bring her such joy? If so, he'd gladly endure it again.

"Grandfather! I'm being framed!"

Cassandra panicked as she realized the ex-couple might condemn her publicly. She tugged Lawrence Pembroke forward like a human shield.

"If I were truly guilty, even the great Mr. Pembroke couldn't have secured my release! The police aren't fools—real criminals leave evidence. This vile woman fabricated everything!"

"Mr. Blackwood," Lawrence interjected smoothly, "the legal system has rigorous procedures. As Ms. Blackwood's counsel, I merely ensure due process—not manufacture innocence."

His venomous gaze shifted to Evelyn. "Ms. Kingsley, whatever grudge you hold, resorting to slander is beneath the daughter of Harrison Kingsley. Shouldn't you demonstrate... graciousness?"

Evelyn's eyes narrowed into icy slits. How amusing—this viper had forgotten how his father once groveled at her family's doorstep.

Nathan's sudden laugh froze the room—a chilling sound that made even Evelyn shiver in his embrace.

"Mr. Pembroke," Nathan's voice dripped with menace, "you overestimate your importance. Have you forgotten our conversation earlier? Or is your memory defective?"

Evelyn's breath hitched. They'd spoken beforehand?

Cassandra and Penelope instinctively retreated—Nathan's aura was more terrifying than any monster.

Lawrence's smug mask cracked as fear and rage twisted his features.

"Nathan! Mind your tone!" Leonard barked. "Mr. Pembroke is our honored guest!"

"Your guest," Nathan corrected coldly, his burning gaze returning to Evelyn's luminous eyes. In that moment, the world faded—only she existed.

"My warning stands," he declared, voice resonating with lethal promise. "Anyone who harms Ms. Kingsley will suffer consequences beyond imagination."

Evelyn's pulse raced as she found herself trapped in Nathan's magnetic stare.

Lawrence gulped, fists clenching behind his back.

"Do you recall my words now, Mr. Pembroke?" Nathan's whisper carried the weight of an executioner's axe.