Chapter 602

"Perhaps they noticed the scar on your arm from the fire."

Alexander Hamilton nodded. "Let them talk. Let's get in the car."

Evelyn Carter politely declined. "I'm heading to the Anderson family estate today. It's not on your way."

His expression remained unreadable. "What a coincidence. I was planning to visit my mother. Still on route."

"The company driver starts today."

"New hires need time to adjust," Alexander countered smoothly. "Besides, energy conservation is a national priority. We should set an example."

He reached for her bag. Evelyn sidestepped effortlessly.

Retracting his hand, Alexander showed no reaction.

Eager to escape prying eyes, Evelyn strode toward the parking lot. Alexander kept pace, then overtook her to open the passenger door.

The lobby staff froze in shock.

"Even more intense than the rumors..." someone muttered.

"They say he left Miss Laurent for her..."

Inside the car, Evelyn massaged her temples. "Once Daisy gets familiar with the route, these 'coincidental' rides can stop."

"Rough day?"

"Assistant Porter helped a lot."

She avoided mentioning the office gossip. Alexander's gaze darkened as he pieced it together from her expression.

Andrew Anderson's call came at the perfect moment.

"Dad."

"Off work yet?"

"Just left."

Her father's voice sounded normal. "Your mother and I dropped our things at home first. We'll pick up Emily before heading to the Andersons. Have you left?"

"Already on the road." She hesitated. "How did you manage all those packages?"

"Well... Mr. Hamilton's secretary drove us."

Evelyn shot Alexander a look. He raised an inquiring brow. She shook her head slightly.

"...The senior Andersons were quite hospitable. They even visited Emily specially."

"I see."

"Don't wait for me. I'll—"

Alexander interjected, "We can pick up your parents."

Evelyn hastily covered the receiver.

"No use hiding it," Alexander said, eyes on the road. "The moment Uncle Anderson mentions the secretary, you're exposed."

Only then did she realize her father hadn't objected to the chauffeur service.

"What is it?"

"Dad," she took a steadying breath, "don't take a cab. I'll... give you a ride."

"You got a taxi?"

"No..."

"Then whose car?"

Alexander leaned toward the phone. "Uncle Anderson, it's me."

Dead silence.

"Evelyn, you two...?" Andrew's voice tightened.

"There's been some work collaboration recently," she measured each word. "Today he happened to be returning to the Hamilton residence... purely coincidental."