Chapter 460

Evelyn Sinclair turned her head, her expression unreadable as she approached. With deliberate movements, she snatched the silk scarf from the hands of the two men.

The tension in the air was suffocating. She shattered it with a single word. "Let's go."

Evelyn slid into the car without hesitation. Preston Sinclair remained standing, his posture rigid as he shot Nathan Blackwood a frosty glare. "Goodbye, Mr. Blackwood."

His gaze lingered on Nathan, deliberately ignoring the icy aura radiating from him. Without another word, Preston circled the car, took the driver's seat, and started the engine.

Nathan sat motionless, his sharp eyes narrowing dangerously.

How could he remain indifferent when someone dared to take what was his?

Theodore "Teddy" Winslow descended the steps and spotted Nathan sitting alone at the grand entrance. He rushed over immediately.

"Mr. Blackwood, have you seen Ms. Sinclair?"

Nathan remained silent.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "Find out what event is happening in the social circle tonight."

The party Preston and Evelyn attended together wouldn’t be some obscure gathering. There was no way Nathan wouldn’t uncover it.

Teddy hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone to check the schedule Harrison had sent him.

A few seconds later, Teddy spoke hesitantly. "It's Young Master Whitmore's birthday celebration. You declined his invitation earlier."

Nathan frowned.

Teddy continued cautiously. "I heard Young Master Whitmore invited numerous high-profile guests. It's a lavish affair. Would you like to attend?"

He wasn’t hopeful—Nathan never wasted time on trivial events.

To his surprise, Nathan paused, then nodded. "Arrange it."

Teddy blinked in shock but didn’t dare delay. He immediately signaled the driver.

During the ride, Teddy wanted to ask about Evelyn’s whereabouts but thought better of it.

Soon, they arrived at an extravagant beachfront villa. The sounds of laughter and music spilled out from within.

When Tristan Whitmore learned of Nathan’s arrival, he dashed to the entrance in excitement.

The moment he saw Nathan, Tristan’s face lit up, and he pulled him into a bear hug. "Brother! I knew you’d come! You’re still recovering, yet you made time for my birthday. I must mean the world to you!"

His voice trembled with emotion, his eyes glistening.

Nathan’s expression remained impassive. Teddy quickly intervened, prying Tristan off.

"Young Master Whitmore, there are plenty of guests here. No need for such enthusiasm among close friends."

Tristan, still moved, nodded vigorously.

Nathan’s gaze swept the room. "Is Evelyn here?"

Tristan froze.

His expression turned complicated. "You didn’t come for my birthday?"

The realization hit him like a wave, and his excitement deflated.

"Evelyn?"

A familiar voice cut through the air.

Nathan turned to see Evelyn standing behind him, her eyes wide with surprise.

Tristan whirled around. "When did you get here?"

His wounded expression made him look like a jilted lover.

As other guests began closing in to greet Nathan, Teddy swiftly maneuvered him inside.

"Young Master Whitmore, Mr. Blackwood came specifically for you! He cleared his schedule just to celebrate your birthday. Running into Ms. Sinclair was pure coincidence—no, fate!"

Teddy glanced meaningfully at Evelyn. "Definitely fate."

Evelyn rolled her eyes and stepped forward. "Enough. The whole room can hear you."

Nathan’s mood visibly improved at the sight of Evelyn standing alone. The coldness in his eyes melted into something softer, his gaze lingering on her.

"Mm. Fate."

Tristan, still pouting, sidled up to Nathan.

"So you really came for me?"