Chapter 166

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, scattering golden flecks across the hallway. Evelyn Langley stepped out of the examination room, her shoes tapping against the illuminated floor tiles.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Sophia Laurent: "Waiting at our usual spot."

Evelyn opened the ride-hailing app, her fingers dancing lightly across the screen.

"Evelyn?" A familiar female voice called from behind.

Isabella Evans stood there in a beige trench coat, clutching a document folder. She'd come early to scope out the interview location, never expecting to run into Evelyn.

"Finished your interview already?" Isabella's gaze swept over her.

"Yes."

"What was your written exam score?"

"412."

Isabella's pupils contracted. Her voice rose sharply. "You're the top scorer in our field?!"

Evelyn blinked. "I didn't check the rankings."

"Stop pretending to be above it all." Isabella sneered. "Flashing your results in my face on purpose?"

Evelyn couldn't be bothered to explain. Since breaking up with Nathan Evans, his family meant nothing to her.

"I need to go."

"Wait!" Isabella suddenly blocked her path. "Were the interview questions difficult? What did they ask?"

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "Are you asking me to leak the questions?"

"Don't make it sound so crude." Isabella lowered her voice. "Consider it... sharing experiences."

"Each candidate gets different questions." Evelyn met her gaze directly. "Besides, we're competitors."

Isabella's face stiffened.

The Evelyn she remembered was that foolish woman who'd bend over backward to please her brother. But this Evelyn had sharp eyes and an unyielding posture—like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Isabella suddenly recalled her brother murmuring Evelyn's name during his hospitalization. Seeing Evelyn now, radiant and confident, an inexplicable fury rose in her chest.

"You've changed." Isabella ground her teeth.

Evelyn smiled faintly. "People grow up."

She turned to leave, her back straight as bamboo. Sunlight danced across her shoulders, gilding her silhouette.

Isabella stared at the retreating figure, her nails digging deep into her palms.