Chapter 248

"Mrs. Kingsley, Lord Alex is extremely busy. As his wife, you should be more considerate instead of causing him trouble."

Ethan Miller couldn't help lecturing the moment they stepped out of Horizon Media's glass doors.

Evelyn Sinclair abruptly stopped and turned to glare at him.

Ethan looked baffled. "What?"

"Mr. Miller," Evelyn's lips curved into a cold smile. "My private matters with Alexander Kingsley are none of your business."

She spun on her heel and walked away, her stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor.

Ethan stood frozen, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

Clenching his fists, he moved to follow her—only for Evelyn to suddenly glance back.

"Know your place," she said icily. "A mere assistant has no right meddling in his employer's personal affairs."

Ethan trembled with rage.

Evelyn added lightly, "And I am his rightful wife."

......

Fuming, Ethan escorted Evelyn home.

The moment he saw Alexander, he immediately whined, "Lord Alex, Mrs. Kingsley stayed out late chatting with colleagues today, so—"

"Ethan." Alexander cut him off, his gaze glacial. "Interfere in our marriage again, and you know what will happen."

Ethan looked as if he'd been struck by lightning.

Alexander slowly turned his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Try me if you have a death wish."

Ethan nearly burst into tears on the spot.

After all his loyalty, Lord Alex was threatening him over that woman!

Worse, those bodyguards had reported every word like traitors!

So much for brotherhood.

This was outright bullying...

......

The next morning, an eerie tension hung over Horizon Media.

"Director Sinclair, emergency meeting. All mid-level managers must attend." The HR director intercepted her.

Evelyn frowned. "I wasn't notified."

"It was decided last minute." The director handed her a stack of documents. "These are the materials you need to prepare."

Evelyn skimmed through the files, her brow furrowing deeper.

"When's the meeting?"

"In thirty minutes."

Her stomach dropped.

Instinctively, she glanced at Roman Young's workstation—his computer was on, but his seat was empty.

With time running out, she had no choice but to tackle the immediate crisis.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, finishing the materials at the last possible second.

When she stood, Roman's seat remained vacant.

Evelyn tightened her grip on the documents.

Even Hugo Lee had made a personal appearance for today's meeting.

This sudden ambush demanded her full attention.

As for Roman...

Everyone had their own battles to fight.