Chapter 340
"Let's pretend nothing happened."
"I can turn a blind eye, but..." Gregory Wilson suddenly lowered his voice. "Hold on, I'm getting another call."
"Mm."
Alexander Hamilton set down his phone and continued eating his noodles unhurriedly.
Noticing Evelyn Carter hadn't touched her food, he gently reminded her, "Eat while it's hot."
Evelyn shook her head and pointed to her stomach.
"Afraid of gaining weight?"
[It's too late.]
"Rushing your plans to move abroad without even getting a local SIM card," Gregory set down his chopsticks. "Are you trying to avoid Alexander?"
[Yes.]
"With his connections, he'll find you eventually."
[Let him try.]
Evelyn had already braced herself for it.
Alexander had his career, his family, and that persistent shadow—Annabelle Taylor—back home.
The fire incident had finally revealed Annabelle's true nature. All that talk of repentance and change? Just an act to manipulate Alexander's sympathy.
If the flames had spread further that day, if Alexander had arrived a moment later...
Annabelle's desperate gamble had been flawless.
A "martyr" who sacrificed herself for love would forever remain Alexander's deepest regret.
And Evelyn? Just a replacement living in Annabelle's shadow.
"If you need help, I'm here."
"..."
"I've lived in England for years. I have connections." Gregory's gaze was steady. "If you want to disappear completely, I can make it happen."
His phone rang again.
Vincent Wilson's voice cracked with panic. "Greg, Alexander's already on his way to the airport!"
"Who told him?"
"It wasn't me! He went to Evelyn's hometown—"
"Got it."
"Greg, I tried my best..." Vincent sounded frantic. "Just... don't start a fight, okay?"
"Do you think we're animals?"
"Isn't that how males compete for mates?" Vincent groaned. "You're both like brothers to me. I can't pick sides—"
"The choice is Evelyn's." Gregory's tone remained calm. "Alexander can't force her."
Ding—
Another call came through.
An unknown number flashed on the screen.
Gregory chuckled. "He's here."