Chapter 112

Evelyn took a cautious step back, her cold gaze sweeping over the black-clad figures before her.

"Who are you?"

The lead operative gave a slight bow. "Ms. Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan requests your presence."

"Ethan?"

"Yes."

Surprise flickered in Evelyn's eyes. "He's in Licheng?"

"He came specifically to find you."

She turned to Dr. Evan. "Dr. Howard, I—"

"I'm coming with you," he interrupted.

Thirty minutes later, a black sedan pulled up at Licheng International Hotel.

The elevator ascended directly to the penthouse. The operatives escorted them to the presidential suite before departing.

Colin opened the door. "Ms. Sullivan, the CEO is waiting inside."

When Dr. Evan moved to follow, Colin blocked his path. "Mr. Sullivan wishes to speak with Ms. Sullivan alone."

Evelyn offered Dr. Evan a reassuring smile. "Please have the kitchen prepare something light for lunch. Dr. Howard has a sensitive stomach."

Pushing open the inner door, she found Ethan seated by the floor-to-ceiling windows, reviewing documents.

He looked up at the sound of her entrance.

"Evelyn Sullivan."

His voice was glacial.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been searching for you?"

She took the seat opposite him. "Mr. Sullivan, I thought we agreed not to interfere in each other's affairs."

"What gave you that impression?" He snapped the file shut.

"I was gathering medicinal herbs for your leg treatment this week."

"With him?" Ethan's gaze sharpened like a blade.

"Dr. Howard is the renowned physician Crescent who treated your legs three years ago."

Ethan's laugh was icy. "There are limits to how far a lie can stretch."

"You can ask him yourself." Evelyn remained composed.

She'd texted Dr. Evan instructions to play along before entering the car.

"You'd better hope I don't discover any discrepancies," Ethan warned, his voice dangerous.

"The truth will reveal itself in a month."

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet.

"So eager for the divorce?" Ethan asked abruptly.

"Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

The air thickened with tension.

"Your flight's been canceled. We return to New York together tomorrow." He turned toward the window, ending the conversation.