Chapter 550

The room fell into heavy silence with just the two of them left.

Evelyn turned away first, striding back to the bedroom.

Alexander followed quietly, his footsteps barely audible.

The housekeeper had already cleared the room, leaving no trace of wood shavings. The chair shattered by Andrew Anderson might as well have never existed.

Evelyn stood by the bed, fingertips grazing the smooth sheets.

Even the lingering scent of Baby Chloe was gone.

Everything felt like a fleeting dream.

"I should've gotten her contact information," she murmured.

Alexander remained behind her. "I have Bianca's number."

"No need." Evelyn shook her head. "The baby needs her mother more. Miss Langley must be overwhelmed right now."

Alexander contemplated. "Vincent crossed the line this time. But the Langleys have deep roots—he won't take them down easily."

He was referring to the asset division.

Evelyn thought of emotions instead. "Men only grow crueler to their past loves after changing hearts. His mind's consumed by the new woman now."

Alexander's gaze darkened as he shifted topics. "Need my help?"

"You and Vincent have connections."

"The business world is a battlefield. No permanent allies."

Silence stretched between them.

"Should I assist Bianca?" he pressed.

"What could you possibly do? Vincent isn't an easy opponent."

"He's already struggling against the Langleys. Add me to the equation..."

Evelyn looked up. "Mutual destruction?"

"What outcome do you want?"

"I get to decide?"

"We can try."

His tone carried certainty despite the tentative words.

Evelyn shook her head again. "Let's wait. They loved each other once—Bianca might not have the heart..."

Alexander suddenly chuckled. "Not every woman cuts ties as cleanly as you, without hesitation or lingering attachments."

"You're blaming me?"

"Admiring you." His gaze deepened. "With your temperament, you'd have excelled even more in business."

Evelyn surveyed the empty room, chest tightening. "I need to work."

Alexander said no more, retrieving his laptop to settle on the sofa.

Keyboard taps soon filled the space as they worked separately.

Evelyn lost track of time when focused. From dawn till afternoon, she barely lifted her head. Alexander ordered room service for lunch.

The dishes matched the restaurant's offerings—nutritious meals paired with soup. Surprisingly suited to her taste, she ate slightly more than usual.

Alexander mentally noted her disliked dishes for future exclusion.

The Anderson Corporation files proved more complicated than expected. Dizziness creeping in, Evelyn froze upon lifting her water glass.

The liquid remained warm, carrying a faint sweetness.

"Added honey blossom tea in passing," Alexander said without looking up.

"Thanks." Her reply was polite.

Long accustomed to her distance, he continued, "You were reviewing Walter Fischer's records earlier."

Evelyn waited. His business insights held weight.

"That man has issues."

"The marketing director?" She frowned. "His performance metrics are suspiciously outstanding—like the entire department serves him alone. Overdependence on one person is dangerous."

Her sharpness surprised Alexander.

"Marketing should expand business, but concentrating all orders through one person is high-risk." He handed over new reports. "Post-resignation data."

Evelyn scrutinized the numbers, eyes burning but finding no discrepancies.

Watching her rub her temples, Alexander finally pointed out the crux: "The marketing department's finances don't add up."