Chapter 102

Old Master Blackwood's expression darkened as he tapped his cane impatiently.

"Did she answer?" he demanded, his voice sharp with irritation.

The butler glanced nervously at the rejected call notification. "Miss Sinclair declined the call, sir."

A vein pulsed in the old man's temple. How dare that insolent woman ignore him? After everything he'd done to give her a second chance!

"Call again!" he barked, slamming his cane against the marble floor. "I want to see how long Evelyn Sinclair thinks she can avoid me."

The butler swallowed hard. "She's rejected it again, sir. Perhaps she's occupied—"

"Occupied?!" Old Master Blackwood's face turned an alarming shade of red. "With what? Shopping sprees and champagne?"

Meanwhile, Evelyn was indeed occupied - furiously tapping her phone screen as she missed the limited edition Chanel perfume launch during the live sale.

Lucas, lounging beside her with Leo the AI tiger curled at his feet, smirked as he successfully secured the purchase. "Better luck next time, sis."

Evelyn huffed and snatched his phone. Seeing his confirmation email only deepened her scowl.

With a mischievous grin, she began typing a private message to the luxury influencer hosting the stream: [If you're in Paris, I'd like to commission some personal shopping. Money is no object.]

The influencer nearly choked on his espresso when he read the message. After confirming today's projected sales target was €750 million, he replied skeptically: [That's quite a budget. You serious?]

Evelyn's response came instantly: [Deadly serious. Platform fee or direct transfer?]

When the bank notification appeared on his phone showing the full amount deposited, the influencer nearly dropped his device. His staff watched in amazement as he abruptly ended the public stream and announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going private today!"

Soon, Evelyn was enjoying an exclusive virtual shopping spree through the streets of Paris.

"That new Louis Vuitton trunk collection is exquisite," the influencer gushed as he entered the flagship store. "Shall I—"

[One in every color,] Evelyn typed before he could finish.

The Hermès specialist was mid-sentence about their rare Birkin inventory when Evelyn interrupted: [How many are available? When told twelve, she replied: [Take them all.]

Viewership of the private stream skyrocketed as word spread of the mysterious billionaire's shopping frenzy.

Lucas returned from playing with Leo to find Evelyn giggling madly with his phone. "What's so funny?" he asked, plopping onto the sofa.

"Just getting some holiday bonuses for the staff," she said airily.

Lucas shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy. Don't hold back."

Evelyn tilted her head with an impish smile. "Oh I didn't. Just spent about €750 million."

Lucas's jaw dropped. "You did WHAT?"