Chapter 165

Evelyn Sullivan set down the documents and rubbed her temples.

"Maybe a hot shower will help. You have an early morning tomorrow."

Zoe Zade hugged a pillow on the couch, her eyes sparkling as she watched Evelyn.

"Tingting, I don't have any gigs lined up right now. Can I crash at your place for a few days? I'll pay rent!"

Evelyn chuckled and pinched her cheek.

"Since when do we talk about money?"

"Then I won't hold back!"

......

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. The moment Evelyn came downstairs, she caught the rich aroma of breakfast.

Zoe stood in the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist, busy at work.

"You didn’t have to do this. I usually just grab something quick."

Zoe pushed a steaming cup of soy milk toward her.

"No way. I can’t freeload. From now on, I’m handling all your meals!"

"Really, it’s not necessary—"

"Two options," Zoe interrupted. "Either take rent money or let me cook."

Evelyn shook her head in defeat.

"Fine. But don’t overdo it."

"Got it! Now eat up—you’ll be late."

......

MY Fashion Group, Design Director’s Office.

Sophia Reynolds burst through the door.

"Evelyn, we have a problem. Brocade just interfered with our project. They’re already in talks with the Paisleys."

Evelyn’s pen stilled.

Brocade was a high-end brand under the Sullivan Group. They never bothered with small-scale projects like this.

"Find out why."

An image of Ethan Sullivan’s cold, sharp features flashed through her mind.

That man didn’t operate this way.

"Secretary Xu, arrange a meeting with Ryan Paisley."

......

Top floor, Sullivan Group headquarters.

Colin Keller placed a file on the desk.

"Mr. Sullivan, Brocade’s losses are worse than projected."

Ethan’s gaze darkened.

"Notify management. Emergency meeting in thirty minutes."

The conference room was thick with tension.

"Is this the best you could do?"

Ethan slammed the report onto the table. Half the executives were fired on the spot.

Jason Zade, the newly appointed general manager, wiped sweat from his brow.

"Sir, we’re trying to secure the Paisley textile deal, but... MY might have beaten us to it."

Ethan’s lips curled into a cold smile.

"And?"

Jason’s knees nearly buckled.