Chapter 146

"What if I refuse to resign?"

Evelyn Sinclair lifted her gaze, her eyes calm.

Melissa Lee scoffed. "What? Waiting for Horizon to sue you?"

She took a step forward, looking down at Evelyn with disdain. "Leaving now saves you the embarrassment. If the company fires you, it'll be humiliating."

Evelyn shook her head slightly.

"Supervisor, I'm curious. Why does the company always condemn me without investigation whenever something happens?"

She paused, a faint smile touching her lips. "Didn't you learn your lesson last time?"

Melissa's face darkened instantly.

The incident at the film studio remained her greatest shame.

"That was just luck!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "What about this time? Can you magically produce coffee beans or repay billions?"

"You're not even worth that much!"

Evelyn regarded her quietly.

"Supervisor, if you can't even handle me, where do you find the courage to go against Alexander Kingsley and the Kingsley Group?"

Her tone was sincere. "If you've invested in coffee bean futures, it's not too late to sell now."

Melissa laughed as if she'd heard the most ridiculous joke.

"Evelyn, have you lost your mind?"

She slammed her hand on the desk. "Submit your resignation by tomorrow, or expect a cease and desist letter!"

Evelyn turned and walked away.

Behind her, Melissa's triumphant laughter echoed.

......

The Financial Department was eerily silent.

Everyone watched Evelyn with complicated expressions.

The drama they'd anticipated had finally arrived, yet they inexplicably felt a pang of sympathy.

A loss of billions.

This girl's life was over.

Team 5 was especially quiet.

Even Evan Wells kept his head down without a word.

When Evelyn assigned tasks, no one complained as they usually did.

"No overtime today," she said softly. "Leave the unfinished work to me."

No one spoke.

One by one, they silently set down their files and left.

Evan was the last to go.

He stood before Evelyn, his eyes red.

"Evelyn, I'm sorry."

She looked up.

"I shouldn't have... treated you that way..."

The young man suddenly bowed deeply before turning and rushing out.

Evelyn watched his retreating figure and smiled faintly.

She finished all the work and left the office early.

Night had fallen.

She stood before the Autumn Detail building, gazing up at the once-glorious structure.

Thirteen years had layered it with dust.

She climbed the stairs step by step.

Each footfall seemed to sink into memories.

The wind was strong on the rooftop.

"Who's there?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out.

Under the moonlight, Alexander Kingsley's figure came into clear view.

He clearly hadn't expected to see her here either.

"Evelyn?"

She remained where she stood.

A photograph from seven years ago flashed through her mind.

In court, he had explained every piece of evidence.

Except for that photo of him embracing Isabella Winslow.

Not a single word.