Chapter 330

Adrian Klein swiftly steadied Evelyn Langley by the small of her back. The warmth from his palm radiated comforting heat.

Evelyn staggered slightly but quickly regained her balance.

"Careful," he murmured, withdrawing his hand.

She smoothed her skirt. "Thank you."

Vincent Macmillan immediately sidled up. "Need an arm to lean on, Evelyn? I'm much steadier than the floor."

Camille Valrose's nails dug into her palms as she glared at Evelyn's waistline.

Across the dining table, Oliver Lancelot watched Camille's untouched plate with concern. "The steamed perch is quite fresh today. Would you like to try some?"

"Shut up!"

Camille violently shoved away the chopsticks he offered.

"Whether I eat or not is none of your business!"

Oliver froze, utensils suspended midair.

The others continued eating in silence, accustomed to such scenes.

Adrian gave Oliver a fleeting glance before looking away.

Evelyn savored the foie gras with closed eyes.

Truly worthy of a Michelin three-star chef.

......

That weekend afternoon, Evelyn received a call from her father.

"Sweetheart! Incredible news!"

William Langley's voice vibrated with barely contained excitement.

"Our old house is being demolished for redevelopment!"

Evelyn gasped on cue. "Really?"

"The commercial land compensation is estimated at 1.5 million! Thank goodness we didn't listen to that agent who pressured us to sell."

Evelyn remembered something. "What about Brenda Murphy's family?"

William chuckled darkly. "She's miserable! Sold her place dirt cheap last month—right before the demolition announcement."

"The kicker? The buyer was that same agent!"

"Now she's protesting outside the neighborhood daily, threatening fraud lawsuits."

Evelyn shook her head gently.

Some people inevitably reap what they sow.