Chapter 178

Quincy froze, clearly unprepared for Evelyn's unyielding stance.

"I'll handle it right away."

"Wait."

Evelyn stopped him, a cold smirk playing on her lips.

"If the police prove useless, hire a team of bodyguards instead."

"Understood."

When Ethan's Maybach pulled up in front of the MY building, chaos greeted him—bodyguards shoving reporters aside.

"What's going on?"

"MY's designer is accused of plagiarizing Glorious. The media is here to ambush Anna."

Ethan's gaze darkened.

Anna?

The elusive founder of MY?

He suddenly recalled Evelyn's employment date—it aligned perfectly with Anna's return to MY.

The coincidence was too glaring.

"Mr. Sullivan, Ms. Sullivan is coming out!"

Ethan turned to see Evelyn striding toward the curb, hailing a cab.

"Bring her here."

Colin hurried after Evelyn just as she was about to enter the taxi.

"Ms. Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you."

"Colin, we're divorced."

She yanked the car door open without hesitation.

"Tell him I don't have time for dinner."

Colin paled.

"If you refuse, I'll be in trouble."

Evelyn chuckled.

"Relax. He'd replace his wife before he replaces his secretary."

The taxi sped away.

The atmosphere inside the Maybach turned glacial.

"Back to the office."

Ethan's voice was icy.

In the private dining room of the Jackson residence, Isabella swayed gracefully in a lavender chiffon gown, the cinched waist accentuating her slender figure.

The skirt fluttered with her movements like a budding water lily.

Victoria surveyed her daughter with satisfaction.

This was the refined heiress she had meticulously raised—every gesture exuded elegance.