Chapter 59

Nathan's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Ms. Carter, you asked me to monitor the Sterling family's activities, and I've uncovered something quite intriguing."

Evelyn's eyes gleamed with sly satisfaction. "I expected as much. Without Blackwood Industries' support, the Sterlings would be desperate for funds. Though I assumed they'd sell their estate—not just pawn off jewelry. Tsk. Seems they're holding onto more wealth than they let on."

"They're clinging to their last scraps of fortune," Nathan remarked coldly. "Watching them crumble slowly is almost more satisfying than seeing them fall all at once."

Evelyn didn't respond. Instead, she leisurely flipped through the files of the pawned items.

Few knew the Kingsley family operated high-end pawn shops in Crestview and Fairhaven.

Harrison Kingsley had a passion for rare antiques—paintings, sculptures, and priceless artifacts. To feed this obsession, he discreetly established two pawn shops, ensuring a steady stream of unexpected treasures.

Over the years, he'd acquired countless valuables this way. After all, most clients never reclaimed their items in time.

Then Evelyn froze.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at Crimson Promise. A rush of fury and bitter amusement surged through her.

This pendant had been Nathan's love token to Victoria—a gift he'd gone to great lengths to obtain two years ago. The first time Evelyn saw it shimmering under the light, she had coveted it desperately.

Back then, she'd foolishly dreamed it was meant for her. She would have cherished even the smallest trinket from him.

But dreams were just that—dreams.

Nathan only bestowed gifts on those he loved. And since he didn’t love her, she received nothing.

Now, Victoria had sold the very symbol of his devotion. The irony was almost laughable.

"I wonder how Nathan would react if he knew," she murmured.

"What was that?" Theodore asked, catching only fragments of her words.

"The Sterlings clearly don’t know the value of what they’ve pawned. This piece is worth eight figures, yet they settled for seven million? We’ve made quite the profit." Her smile turned razor-sharp.

Just then, her phone buzzed—Sebastian was calling.

"Ash!" Her voice softened instantly, honey-sweet.

"Evelyn, how are you? Need anything?" His tone was warm, protective.

"I'm fine. But you should rest. Don’t overwork yourself."

After a brief exchange, Sebastian said, "There’s a charity auction this weekend. Would you attend in my place? Father wants that antique rosewood chair—budget’s a hundred million. I’ll be at church, so I can’t go. Think you could handle it?"

"Me? Should I introduce myself as the Monarch Group CEO’s girlfriend?" She teased, unwrapping a chocolate bar and taking a bite.

"Sure."

Evelyn nearly choked.

"Go as whoever you like," he chuckled. "Or just tell them you’re the Kingsleys’ most prized treasure."

She chewed thoughtfully. "Not a bad idea."

Sebastian’s voice softened. "You’ve never appeared in public before. No one in Crestview’s elite circles would recognize you. Consider it a chance to enjoy yourself."

"Fine. But a hundred million seems low. What if I spot something I want?"

"Bid. I’ll cover it. Just remember our family rule—if you want something, take it. Leave no room for competition."

"I know. Harrison’s motto—always stay three steps ahead." She snapped her fingers, grinning.

"Good luck, Evelyn. And don’t forget the chair."

After hanging up, Theodore frowned. "Ms. Carter, since we’re attending in Mr. Kingsley’s stead, we should bring an auction item. But it’s short notice—"

"Oh, I already have the perfect piece in mind."

Evelyn’s smile was pure mischief.