Chapter 442

The air between the two men turned icy in an instant.

Preston Sinclair showed no aggression, his expression cool and composed, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"So what if I am?"

Nathan Blackwood struggled to contain his fury. The thought of someone else coveting what was his sent waves of irritation through him.

Preston was undeniably powerful, shrouded in mystery.

Nathan, on the other hand, commanded an empire of his own.

In terms of influence, they were evenly matched.

Nathan quickly regained his composure. Anger was a weakness, and he refused to be the one to falter first. His face darkened as the intermittent bursts of fireworks cast shifting shadows over his grim expression.

"Mr. Sinclair," Nathan said coldly, "you're far too conceited."

Why would Evelyn ever consider Preston when he already had a child and a past marriage?

Nathan knew Evelyn—she wouldn't just jump into another relationship.

Preston remained unbothered. "I'm not," he replied smoothly, exuding confidence.

Nathan turned his head slightly, shooting a sharp glance at Teddy. The man immediately stepped forward, slightly out of breath.

Teddy gave Preston a knowing look before deliberately saying, "Mr. Blackwood, you should seize this moment under the moonlight. You and Ms. Sinclair belong together—don't let this opportunity slip away."

Without another word, Teddy pushed Nathan's wheelchair, swiftly leaving Preston behind.

Preston watched them go, chuckling softly before his gaze drifted toward the riverside.

The walkway was alive with people.

Evelyn walked arm-in-arm with Oliver, both of them laughing as they explored the vibrant stalls.

William Sterling looked on with pure contentment. Having his daughter by his side, enjoying such a carefree evening, was everything he could ask for.

Evelyn had decided that since she was in France, she might as well catch up with old friends.

She had already made plans to meet them the following night.

Meanwhile, Teddy leaned in slightly as he pushed Nathan's chair. "Mr. Blackwood, I have a feeling Mr. Sinclair has his eyes on Ms. Sinclair. She’s extraordinary—it’s no surprise."

Nathan’s jaw tightened.

Teddy continued, "And honestly, their rapport seems stronger than yours."

Nathan’s expression darkened further.

Teddy quickly backtracked. "But I doubt Ms. Sinclair is interested. He’s wealthy, sure, but he’s got baggage—a child from a previous marriage. Inheritance disputes alone would be a nightmare." He sighed dramatically. "Rich people problems, am I right?"

Nathan’s tension eased slightly.

Then Teddy added, "Though… she does seem fond of the kid. What if she doesn’t mind being a stepmother?"

"Shut up." Nathan’s voice was dangerously low, his grip on the armrest turning his knuckles white.

"If that day ever comes," he said through gritted teeth, "I’ll throw you into the River Aurora myself."

Teddy swallowed hard, the sudden chill in the air making him shiver.

He wisely decided to keep his mouth shut after that.