Chapter 102

Evelyn Langley looked up at Dylan Lowell. The lead partner at Morningstar Law Firm, the ace attorney exclusively serving the Winston Group.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and murmured, "Thank you."

The Winston Group's legal team was unparalleled domestically. Their involvement eliminated countless bureaucratic hurdles.

For Evelyn, this went far beyond what money could solve.

Ethan Winston glanced at her, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm no saint, not even close to being a good man. It's only because the victim was you..."

The sea breeze brushed her face as Evelyn averted her gaze to the ink-black ocean. "What did you say just now? The wind was too loud."

Ethan chuckled. "Didn't hear me? I can repeat it."

Evelyn: "..." No need.

Under the same starry sky, inside a water villa at the resort.

Chloe Valentine carefully applied a luxurious face mask before the mirror.

Expensive indeed meant quality. The high-end skincare she'd once scrimped on was now hers to use freely.

With Nathan Evans' supplementary card in her possession, she could max it out without consequences.

This premium mask had noticeably brightened her complexion.

Nathan frowned at his vibrating phone from the sofa. "Chloe, your phone."

"Decline it for me. Must be the academic advisor again. So annoying!"

"Your advisor?"

"Yeah, I submitted a leave request before the trip. Why keep calling?" She rolled her eyes impatiently.

Nathan: "...Was it approved?"

"What does it matter? I'm already here. Everyone does this."

Nathan: "..."

"I'm going for a walk."

"Wait for me, I'm almost done—"

The closing door cut her off.

Nathan's thoughts drifted to Evelyn.

During their university dates, Professor Eleanor Roland's calls always interrupted them.

Data errors. Incorrect citations. When he got upset, she'd pacify him while respectfully taking the calls.

"Doesn't it bother you?" he'd once demanded.

She'd looked surprised. "Why would it? The professor's helping me."

Yes, she was always rational. After arguments, she'd initiate resolution immediately, never making unreasonable demands.

Sometimes her composure felt inhuman. That clinical detachment made him question if she loved him at all.

Wasn't it said? A woman's lack of emotion means lack of love.

But Chloe was different. A single glance from him could send her into anxious devotion, bending to his every whim.

So after six "respectful" years with Evelyn, Nathan had fallen for Chloe's worshipful gaze.