Chapter 142

Evelyn Sinclair tapped her fingers lightly on the desk before leisurely pulling a silver flash drive from her bag.

The metallic glint under the lights matched the one Evan Wells had handed her earlier.

"Next time you pull a prank, put in some effort." Her tone was as casual as discussing the weather. "This amateurish stunt would embarrass all of Horizon Media."

Melissa Lee's face darkened instantly.

Though Evelyn was scolding Evan, every word felt like a slap to Melissa.

"Come get it." Evelyn beckoned the stunned intern. "Don't waste everyone's time."

Evan shuffled forward, face burning red. His hands trembled as he took the flash drive.

The label bore his exact signature—down to the last pen stroke.

Only then did Evelyn plug in her own drive.

The projector lit up, displaying a flawlessly structured report...

After the meeting, Evelyn intercepted Melissa. "What's the disciplinary action for the intern?"

"Your call." Melissa's voice was icy.

"A written apology should suffice." Evelyn's tone was dismissive.

Melissa stormed off, her stilettos pounding the floor.

When Evan submitted his apology letter, he was summoned to the training room.

"Evelyn, I'm so sorry..." His eyes welled up like a frightened fawn. "Can I still come to you for guidance?"

Evelyn's gaze turned glacial.

"Figure out whether your mistake was about attitude, judgment...or loyalty."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Were you working for yourself—or someone else?"

Evan fled without even wiping his tears.

[She's terrifying!] He typed frantically in the private group chat. [Did she see right through me?]

Silence.

The answer was obvious.

[Did you leave your flash drive unattended yesterday?] Someone asked.

[Yeah! Just for a few minutes!]

[Mystery solved. She ordered an identical one online with express delivery.]

[This morning when you arrived late, she sent you for coffee and labeled it.]

[Would've been fine if you'd just submitted the real report...]

Evan's spine chilled. [But the signature was my handwriting!]

[Maybe she can forge signatures too.]

The chat suddenly flooded with reassurances.

[Don't worry, we've got your back!]

[She can't touch you—there's strength in numbers!]

Evan stared at his screen, then impulsively typed: [Actually...she hinted something in the training room...]

[Hinted what?]

[She said...she admires me...and touched my face...] He instantly regretted it.

The group exploded.

[That's workplace harassment!]

[Report her!]

[No cameras—what if she countersues?]

[Imagine if the Crown Prince finds out!]

[With her looks...] Someone trailed off.

The group fell silent. True...her beauty was undeniable.

Yet all seven members of Finance Team 5 now believed—Evelyn Sinclair was trying to seduce their baby-faced intern!

"You're interviewing two listed companies next month?" Melissa blocked Evelyn's path.

"Yes. The list is being finalized."

"Don't bother." Melissa smiled meaningfully. "Legal just reached an agreement with Kingsley Group—"

"You'll be interviewing Alexander Kingsley."

She watched with satisfaction as Evelyn's back stiffened.

How would the defeated Alexander treat his "ex-girlfriend"? Melissa couldn't wait to find out.