Chapter 419

"Sure, you can come," Nathan York's voice came through the phone. "But I should warn you—it might not go the way you hope."

Evelyn Carter tightened her grip on the phone. "Thank you."

A soft sigh answered her before the line went silent.

After hanging up, Evelyn sat at a corner café. She opened a real estate app on her phone, scrolling through the latest property listings in H City.

Numbers flickered across the screen before settling on a familiar development—the relocation housing complex. Prime location, excellent amenities, yet priced nearly 30% lower than neighboring properties.

Now she understood what Peter Harrison had meant. In H City, the name Alexander Hamilton could open doors effortlessly.

Her phone buzzed. Nathan had sent a location pin.

Evelyn stared at the address for three seconds, frowning. It was the same lounge bar Gregory Wilson had taken her to before.

By 4 PM, the lounge was already bustling. The moment she pushed open the door, the mingled scents of alcohol and perfume hit her.

Nathan stood by the bar, giving her a meaningful look.

Following his gaze, Evelyn spotted the familiar figure in the billiards area.

Alexander wore a dark gray shirt today, sleeves casually rolled to his elbows. A young woman in a hoodie stood beside him, listening intently as he explained billiard techniques.

"Come on, Alex," a blond man teased around a cigarette. "First-timers need hands-on guidance, don’t they?"

Laughter rippled through the group.

The girl flushed, fingers twisting nervously around her cue.

Alexander didn’t look up, merely tapping the table. "Focus."

"Am I… doing it wrong?" she whispered.

"Everyone struggles at first." He leaned in, his long fingers covering hers. "Relax your wrist. Eyes on the three-point line."

The girl was practically caged in his arms, her ears burning red.

The cue ball veered off course with a dull thud.

"Seems like the teacher’s not doing his job," Vincent Wilson drawled, swirling his drink with drunken amusement. "Need a better instructor, sweetheart?"

Alexander shot him a cool glance. "Feel free to step in."

Vincent raised his hands in mock surrender. "Wouldn’t dream of stealing your student."

Someone whistled. "Wasn’t Sophia Winston the one leaving with Alex last night? Who’s this—"

"Since when do you police his life?" Vincent scoffed. "He can do whatever he wants now. Who are you to judge?"

Evelyn lingered in the shadows, watching Alexander reset the balls. His expression remained detached, as if the noise around him meant nothing.

"Checking up on him?" Vincent’s voice suddenly rose. "She lost that privilege a long time ago."

The words sliced through Evelyn like a blade. She turned toward the restroom but collided with a stumbling figure in the hallway.

"Well, well," the man slurred, squinting at her before grinning. "Dr. Carter?"