Chapter 911

Reporter Rebecca Watson's eyes gleamed with shrewdness when Evelyn Carter agreed readily. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Young lady, wealthy men aren't always reliable. Take that female doctor's boyfriend at your hospital—Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton Group has serious skeletons in his closet."

Evelyn's fingers tightened around her coffee cup.

"What kind of skeletons?" Her voice remained steady.

Rebecca glanced around before leaning closer. "We may be a small paper, but our sources are solid. This Mr. Hamilton? Divorced once, engaged twice—to completely different women. His ex-wife got lucky and escaped. The other two? One vanished without a trace, the other's rotting in prison."

Evelyn's fingertip traced the rim of her cup.

Annabelle Taylor, who disappeared. Lydia Laurent, imprisoned. The memories surged like a tidal wave. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Shocking, right?" Rebecca patted her hand. "But men like that have nothing to do with ordinary folks like us. Just juicy gossip. I'm here digging for his latest scandal."

Evelyn forced a smile. "Would people even care? I thought everyone's obsessed with young entrepreneurs now."

"You don't understand." Rebecca winked. "The more mysterious the tycoon, the juicier the story. But I'm just shooting my shot—this Mr. Hamilton's become a recluse lately. Even financial reporters can't get near him."

Evelyn nodded thoughtfully.

"Did you see that photo yesterday?" Rebecca suddenly whispered. "Heard some自媒体工作室 caught it purely by chance. Visiting the hospital at midnight—what a lucky break."

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Seeing "Alexander Hamilton" on the screen, she hastily excused herself.

"Found her." Alexander's voice was firm through the phone. "The child's mother used fake ID, but we've located her. A sophomore at the local university. Should we call the police?"

Evelyn quickened her steps toward a corridor corner. "How's your situation?"

"Dealt with a few reporters already." A pause. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She took a deep breath. "Don't alert the police yet. Send me the address. Is she underage? This is more complicated than we thought."

"I'm coming with you." His tone brooked no argument.

Evelyn halted mid-step. "No need. If you show up again—"

"Relax." He cut in. "No one will recognize me this time."

Thirty minutes later, Evelyn spotted the familiar black sedan at the hospital's side entrance. When she opened the door, she froze.

The man in the driver's seat wore a plain white tee and a black baseball cap, looking a decade younger. If not for those penetrating eyes, she'd have missed him entirely.

"Bought it last minute." Alexander gestured at his outfit. "Reporters think I'm still at the office. Won't expect me like this."

He merged smoothly into traffic. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his sharp profile. For a fleeting moment, Evelyn remembered how he'd looked when they first met.

"Address sent to your phone." His voice snapped her back. "Girl's name is Su Xiaoyu. Nineteen. Literature major."

Evelyn checked the navigation, then stiffened—a glint flashed in the rearview mirror. She whirled around to see a white sedan tailing them at a steady pace.

"We're being followed," she murmured.

Alexander glanced at the mirror, lips curling coldly. "Hold on."

The black sedan accelerated abruptly, weaving through traffic with precision. After several expert lane changes, the white car was left far behind.

"Guess my disguise wasn't foolproof enough." He chuckled dryly, meeting Evelyn's gaze. "But this confirms we're on the right track."

Her grip tightened on the seatbelt. "You mean..."

"That girl knows something someone doesn't want us to find out." Alexander's eyes turned razor-sharp. "This time, we're getting to the truth."