Chapter 125

Alexander Kingsley's gaze turned icy as he stared at the computer screen.

"What's this?" His voice was dangerously low.

The byline showed an unfamiliar journalist named Pope instead of Evelyn Sinclair or Duan Sheli.

What shocked him more was the accompanying photo—a private shot of him working at his desk, caught mid-glance with a startled expression.

No outsider could have obtained such an intimate picture.

Nathan Carter spoke cautiously, "The writing style... resembles Miss Sinclair's work."

Only someone intimately familiar with Alexander could have captured those precise details.

Yet the byline bore no connection to Evelyn.

"Afraid I'll sue her?" Alexander's lips curled into a cold smirk.

She'd grown clever, finding herself a shield.

"There's more," Nathan continued. "Mr. Vincent Sullivan reports new leads on the Butterfly Brooch."

Alexander immediately cleared his schedule.

Since parting with Evelyn, he'd learned time was like a sponge—there was always room for matters concerning her.

The Sullivans received him personally.

Vincent came straight to the point. "You mentioned this brooch belonged to a friend's deceased family member?"

Alexander nodded.

Madam Zade pressed, "Could you share your friend's identity?"

"My apologies. I gave my word to keep it confidential."

"Male or female?" she persisted.

Alexander hesitated. "Male."

Madam Zade paled and abruptly excused herself.

Vincent explained, "My wife was safeguarding this brooch for a friend. It was auctioned without her consent, which weighs heavily on her conscience."

Alexander seized the opening. "Who is this friend?"

Vincent merely smiled.

Silence stretched between them until Vincent shifted topics. "That Horizon Media interview you gave—the writing style reminded me of Reporter Sinclair."

Alexander's brow arched.

Vincent added, "Horizon has an unfortunate tradition of suppressing newcomers. Last time, five people took credit for Evelyn's article—except her."

Alexander's chest constricted.

He pulled up the article and scrutinized every word.

So she still remembered so many details about him...

The photo's memory surfaced—that day she'd pretended to sleep in his office while secretly photographing him. He'd deleted them all except one, kept only after her pleading.

"Investigate Evelyn's current situation at Horizon," Alexander ordered abruptly.

Nathan was prepared. "Miss Sinclair was transferred to Finance Department as editor. She's scheduled to interview Nigel Norton of Tonggowan Manufacturing tomorrow."

"Nigel Norton?" Alexander's eyes darkened.

Nathan added, "Nigel boasted at yesterday's dinner about intending to—"

The air around Alexander turned glacial.

"When's the interview?"

"Tomorrow."

......

Evelyn stepped into Tonggowan's headquarters again.

Melissa Lee's threat echoed in her ears: "If you can't handle even this interview, how dare you call yourself Imperial Media's top graduate?"

Nigel's eyes gleamed with hunger when he saw her. "Reporter Sinclair! At last!"

He lunged forward.

Evelyn sidestepped with practiced ease.

Nigel's expression suddenly twisted. "You—?!"