Chapter 230

Raindrops hammered against the car window in a relentless rhythm.

Peter Harrison's profile flickered under the neon lights, as if split between two worlds.

Evelyn Carter clenched the seatbelt, her knuckles turning white.

A sharp honk shattered the silence.

She looked up abruptly, meeting Peter's apologetic gaze. "Sorry, my hand slipped."

The window shuddered under insistent knocking.

Alexander Hamilton stood drenched in the rain, water dripping from his hair. His voice was hoarse. "Evelyn!"

Rain slid down his chin, indistinguishable from tears.

"Drive," Evelyn said, her voice colder than the downpour.

Peter pressed the accelerator, the car inching forward.

Alexander sprinted after them, dress shoes splashing through puddles. "Just five minutes!"

Evelyn closed her eyes, lashes trembling.

"He's still chasing," Peter murmured.

"Keep going."

The tires cut through the flooded road with unnatural clarity.

In the rearview mirror, his figure shrank until it vanished into the curtain of rain.

Inside the elevator, Evelyn watched the numbers climb.

Her phone buzzed with an unknown message:

["I'll handle everything."]

She deleted it instantly, as if erasing a memory.

The key turned in the lock with crisp finality.

When the door shut, the storm outside ceased to exist.