Chapter 63
Evelyn Sinclair lowered her gaze in silence.
Roxanne Luna's words cut like a dull knife, slowly carving into her heart.
Who else would care about that long-defunct company anyway?
Even if she did care, what difference would it make?
It would only leave another scar.
"And why did you delete the photos I painstakingly sourced?" Roxanne demanded aggressively.
Evelyn looked up and suddenly smiled.
That smile sent chills down Roxanne's spine.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing," Evelyn replied lightly. "It's just amusing. If no one cares about a bankrupt company, why fuss over the photos?"
She tilted her head. "Scavenging for clout off the dead? Even moldy bread tastes good to you?"
Roxanne flushed crimson. "What do you know? Do you even understand the connection between Autumn Detail and Sands Capital? Sands Capital is Kingsley Group—the ones suing you for defamation!"
"Oh?" Evelyn's voice was soft. "And?"
"That photo was given to me by Kingsley Group's upper management! How dare you delete it? Apologize now!"
"Which executive gave it to you?" Evelyn asked leisurely.
Just as Roxanne opened her mouth to answer, Melissa Lee stormed over. "Roxanne! Don't you have work to do?"
The finance department collectively exhaled in relief.
That was intense.
Evelyn had effortlessly tricked Roxanne into revealing her source.
Melissa trembled with rage. "Stop causing disruptions during work hours! Fix what needs fixing, penalize what deserves penalties!"
She turned to Evelyn—only to meet a pair of icy eyes.
That gaze made her heart skip a beat.
"Supervisor," Evelyn suddenly smiled. "Your stockings are torn again."
Melissa finally remembered her original task.
"Go buy new ones. Don't mess it up."
......
Evelyn stepped out of the building and pulled out her phone.
She sent the deleted photo to Patriarch Kingsley.
[Uncle Kingsley, this photo was allegedly leaked by Kingsley Group's upper management.]
She needed answers.
Roxanne's article not only got the dates wrong but also included her parents' photo, dripping with malice between the lines.
She'd deleted that photo on purpose.
Just waiting for Roxanne to walk into the trap.
......
Patriarch Kingsley stared at his phone, expression grim.
Beside him, Alexander Kingsley pretended to focus on his computer while stealing glances at the screen.
"You'll handle this?" the patriarch asked.
After a pause, Alexander nodded.
"Get to the bottom of it. Evelyn deserves an explanation," the patriarch said sternly. "Fire whoever's responsible immediately."
"Mm." Alexander's eyes remained glued to the phone.
The patriarch saw through him but said nothing.
His son had his pride—best to let him save face.
......
On her way to the mall, Evelyn received a call from Victoria Henn.
"Evelyn! Get to Vincent Sullivan's house now!"
"Can't," Evelyn replied earnestly. "I'm running errands for Melissa. Besides, what does the entertainment department have to do with finance?"
"Don't use Melissa to intimidate me!" Victoria snapped furiously. "If you don't come, we're all doomed!"
"Then doom it is," Evelyn sighed. "All I do these days is buy bubble tea and stockings. Getting fired means severance pay—sounds like a win."
She hung up.
If you're begging for help, at least have the decency to ask nicely.
Supervisor Henn still has a lot to learn.