Chapter 309
Evelyn finally understood everything now.
No matter how much money she earned, her three children always complained it wasn’t enough.
Compared to a ruthless capitalist like Nathan, she was practically broke.
Just then, Nathan’s phone rang. He pulled it out without hesitation, and the caller ID flashed—Theodore Goldmann, his grandfather.
Instead of stepping away, he answered right in front of Evelyn.
“Yes?”
Theodore’s voice crackled through the line, and Nathan’s expression darkened instantly. He let out a cold scoff.
“So now you’re interfering with the people around me? Where’s Oliver?”
Theodore’s reply was smooth. “I’ve sent Oliver on a business trip. Is Rosalind not qualified enough to take his place?”
Nathan’s jaw tightened.
Theodore had deliberately removed Oliver and replaced him with Rosalind. It was obvious—he was forcing Rosalind into Nathan’s life.
“Goldmann Group isn’t Night Banquet. You don’t have the authority to make that decision.”
Theodore’s tone turned sharp. “Listen carefully, boy. If you don’t want me to make life difficult for the Vanderbilts, you’ll let Rosalind stay by your side and learn from you.”
The call ended abruptly.
Nathan’s grip on the phone turned white-knuckled, his expression icy.
Evelyn noticed the shift immediately. She stepped closer and wrapped her fingers around his cold hand.
“If your grandfather insists on Rosalind being your assistant, just accept it.”
“Zoe…” His voice was low, laced with frustration. “Aren’t you even a little worried?”
Evelyn arched a brow, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “If you can’t resist temptation, then I’ll just have to marry someone else.”
Nathan’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You want to marry someone else?”
She tugged lightly on his tie, her smile turning wicked. “That depends entirely on your performance.”
Nathan chuckled despite himself. This woman had him wrapped around her finger.
Mischievous little minx.
At a cozy café downtown…
Sophia propped her chin on her hand, chewing absently on her straw as she studied Evelyn. “I thought you’d vanished off the face of the earth. Turns out you were in some secret training camp.”
Evelyn laughed but didn’t elaborate.
She couldn’t tell Sophia everything—her best friend was terrible at keeping secrets, and the kids would find out in no time.
“Oh, by the way,” Sophia added, “Mrs. Laurent has been asking about you a lot lately. She is your aunt, you know. Are you really going to keep avoiding her?”
Evelyn lowered her gaze. “I suppose it’s time I met her.”
The Laurent family mansion was as grand as ever.
Lillian sat in the living room, flipping through an old photo album with such intensity that she didn’t even notice the doorbell. A maid hurried to answer it.
Recognizing Sophia but not Evelyn, the maid hesitated. “Miss Hill? What brings you here today?”
“Is Mrs. Laurent home?”
“Yes, she is.”
The maid stepped aside, and Sophia strode in with Evelyn trailing behind. “Mrs. Laurent!”
Lillian finally looked up, her breath catching when she saw Evelyn standing there.
Sophia nudged Evelyn forward. “Mrs. Laurent, Zoe wanted to see you, so I brought her.”
Lillian’s fingers tightened around the album.
Evelyn’s gaze flickered to it before she spoke softly. “Mrs. Laurent, I came to ask you something.”
Lillian stood abruptly. “Let’s talk in the study.” She glanced at Sophia. “You stay here. Let the maid know if you need anything.”
Sophia nodded, watching as Evelyn followed Lillian upstairs.
Why the secrecy?
Was whatever Evelyn wanted to ask that confidential?