Chapter 262

Evelyn Carter nearly threw her phone when the call ended.

Vivian Dempsey looked baffled. "We won the lawsuit. Why are you still angry?"

"Going to grab food." Evelyn snatched her coat and stormed out.

The elevator doors opened. She froze mid-step.

Alexander Hamilton stood in his usual spot, his black Cayenne gleaming coldly under the sun.

She kept her head down and hurried past.

The car door was already open. Alexander gestured for her to enter.

"Talk here," Evelyn said stiffly.

He chuckled. "Did I really scare you that much last time?"

Her eyes darted around warily.

The entire hospital knew about her history with Alexander—especially after Annabelle Taylor's dramatic scene.

"Spit it out."

"It's complicated."

"Then get to the point."

"I'm not good with words. Can't make it short."

Evelyn glared up at him. "Since when did you become so talkative?"

Where was the composed, reserved Alexander she once knew?

Now every word out of his mouth was infuriating.

"Where's Emily? Let her explain."

"She's busy."

"You're joking."

Leaning against the car, he drawled, "That drunk guy from the other night is causing trouble."

"Just pay him off."

"He claims... there are complications."

"What complications?"

Alexander suddenly leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Impotence."

Evelyn recoiled. "That's ridiculous! How could a bottle hit him there?"

"Strange, isn't it?" He shrugged. "But he won't back down."

"Use the same compensation standard as Andy Taylor's case."

Alexander's gaze sharpened. "You keep bringing her up—"

"I didn't!"

"Really?"

She turned to leave.

His hand closed around her wrist.

"Get in the car," he said, pulling her back gently but firmly.

"No."

"Front seat."

She shook her head.

"If you don't get in now," Alexander murmured, "those two nurses over there will come say hello."

Evelyn glanced sideways. Two young nurses sipping bubble tea were already staring their way.